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I’m typing this on Daniel’s laptop, from the basement. If you need to find either of us, that’s where we are. With the door locked. We are not leaving the basement until either the smell of baking goes away or we run out of cigarettes, in which case, Daniel has volunteered to make like a leopard printed ninja and run to the store. We have a secret knock for when he comes back – we worked it out a couple hours ago.