Your Brain May Have a Spoon’s Worth of Microplastics
In the hospital, my stepfather wakes. They ask him who is president. Well, what year is it? he jokes, as if there will never be a time he won’t remember,
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In the hospital, my stepfather wakes. They ask him who is president. Well, what year is it? he jokes, as if there will never be a time he won’t remember,