A few notes:
- It's not as depressing as it sounds.
- Warning, this story contains math.
- The opening line of the story happens to remind me of Waxing Wayne, a song an old boyfriend once wrote about the moon and a guy named Wayne who worked at a wax factory. (You can't live in Nashville without having dated a songwriter. Well, you can, but you're missing out on the opportunity to pay for a lot of dates.)
Happy Monday!
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