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WIFF
Bob Sanders stood in his living room, shoulders squared to the wall upon which hung the third 32” flat screen Smart® TV Bob had owned in two years. Bob held a Wiffle bat, its knob pointed at Bob’s belly button, tip at his reflection in the powered-off screen.“Bob, I swear to God, if you break…