It’s 2028. You’re working 12 hour shifts on RFK’s milking farm for probably autistic adults. You don’t get paid in money but you’re allowed to keep any dead animals he doesn’t find first. You’re not coughing up blood from tuberculosis, he’s assured you; that’s the synthetic red dye leaving your body
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It’s 2028. You’ve somehow had measles 4 times this year despite the fact that you’re 35 and it was still legal to be vaccinated when you were a kid. The Washington Post has just run another profile of Butterworth’s, which has recently rebranded as “an American bistro for Americans.”
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