The Never-Ending Game of Mercy

I remember as a kid playing the hand wrestling game Mercy with my older brother. Inevitably I would cry “mercy! mercy!” as he twisted my hands, and he would taunt me in that special brotherly way, “New rules! We changed the name of the game, the new password it isn’t mercy, start guessing!”

That is how I feel today. Like I am screaming “mercy,” and the universe is saying, “Nope, we changed the rules; new password needed.”

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