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Damian, a cockroach with a taste for neoclassical design and Fibonacci sequences, was mortified. He was overcome with shame and guilt and at a loss as to how he could even stay in his own being. Never had Damian been so embarrassed. All he had wanted was to help, and now he had messed it all up. He had tried to blame the internet, but he knew it was him and him alone who was responsible. He had already considered moving to Chicago or Australia. What savage would think to use salted butter for financiers? That’s what he asked himself.

Music pairing: Higher Ground by Florence + The Machine


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