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Dear Reader,

Here’s a game I’ll sometimes play with myself while I’m on the subway: count how many people in my car are wearing hats and then guess whether that number will go up, down or stay the same after people get on and off at the next stop. (I’ve got a good imagination, right? I’m not boring, right?)

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Why are there so many home-delivery meal kit services? And why have I tried so many of them when there is essentially no detectable differences? Publicly, I want to say it’s because I’m the kind of shopper that does a lot of research before making a purchase decision. Privately, I’ll say it’s because we keep getting $30 off coupons in the mail and it’s hard to pass up a deal.

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I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be the middle child. You’re the little sibling and the older sibling. You’re not the first and you’re not the last. You’ve got the benefit of parents who know what they’re doing but you’re not the baby.

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I used to drink a lot more coffee. I even used to pride myself on the fact that I drank a lot of coffee. Office coffee consumption was the subject of a perpetual dick measuring contest with other coworkers. If you hadn’t consumed a whole pot before 10:30, there was no way you were going to catch up. And even if you did, you started shaking like an addict on day three of withdrawal.