October 2010
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I swear, we still exist. We are tirelessly combing through garbage bags full of old receipts and napkins with funny ideas scribbled on them. There’s a wall-sized cork board that we sort them on. We work in 18 hour shifts, staring at the board, looking for patterns. I haven’t slept in two days. Christian hasn’t sat down in four. We work by candlelight, saving up for our big...