It was like—what? Like putting your finger in a tub of raisins and trying to free just a few. But when you do, you come away with far more than you wanted. A whole handful. Fifty or a hundred. There’s no telling with raisins, no way of counting when they’re all clumped together. So you press the whole cluster into your mouth and chew because what else can you do with a solid mass of raisins that you’ve already touched?

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