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  "publishedAt": "2026-04-06T09:52:00.000Z",
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  "textContent": "It’s 2007 and I’m laying on some shitty guy’s awful mattress on the floor and he has music on the laptop. It sounds familiar, really familiar. I’m pretty sure I know who it is, but I ask anyway- “who is this?” He stops what he’s doing and laughs at me. “You don’t know?” he says, relishing it. “It’s The Shins, I thought you liked them” god damnit, The Shins. Of course it’s The Shins. That’s why it sounds like a jamboree on a spaceship hosted by a very sad but enthusiastic man, which is your favorite style of music.",
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