We still do a few things in Boston, Franklin
We have a bed. Our futon is now on a frame. It is an actual futon frame, not a several-times-handed-down slat bed or a jerry-rigged situation with plywood. It was immediately comfortable when we fell over onto it. I don't think it's only because I've been awake now for twelve hours with about an hour of sleep before that, either. In celebration:
strange_selkie directed me to this cover. Years of exposure to 1776 conditioned my instant response:

FRANKLIN THEN ELECTRIFIED THE PARTY WITH HIS MIRACULOUS LIGHTNING ROD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

FRANKLIN THEN ELECTRIFIED THE PARTY WITH HIS MIRACULOUS LIGHTNING ROD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

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I am terribly afraid it will never live up to its cover, but if you do, PLEASE TELL THE INTERNET.
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As more murders follow, Franklin sets out in pursuit of a diabolical killer. The trail will lead to blasphemies, debaucheries, desecrations--in short, to the lewd rites of the Hellfire Club!
PLEASE TELL THE INTERNET!