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A tale of two not-the-same cities

A tale of two not-the-same cities

You know that feeling you have in the morning when you wake up and, groggy, you’re fumbling in the darkness, and you grab a pair of socks from your drawer, and you think — you think — you have a pair that matches but you’re not sure because one might be navy blue and one might be black?

Like, you are pretty sure they’re the same but, hmm? You turn on the iPhone light. Whatever. Close enough.

You rush out of the house. Later, in the light of day, it’s super-obvious: they’re not even remotely the same. One is blue. The other is black.