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My Maker’s Heart

New Wry Republic piece here for you, you lucky scamps:

“Hey, we should go for a drive.”

It’s an innocuous statement, except for when it comes from the mouths of mafiosos or parents. In those cases it indicates that you’re about to die of either strangulation or embarrassment. The mortal queasiness that rises as you slip into the passenger seat is entirely justified. Something dreadful is coming; it’s just a matter of timing.

There it is.

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