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I’m not sure I’m at liberty to say, but it is entirely possible I may have known a Freemason or two in my youth when I consorted more with humans; way before I became an internet hermit. I could use a good gingernut cookie right about now, though. Sorta like the windmill cookies Fannie used to give us way back when I was very little… I think I now owe you another full essay…