“You know, today is the anniversary of bombing Hiroshima,” I tell Katie over the dulcet tones of the 80s light jazz we inadvertently asked our smart speaker to play during dinner.
“And,” Katie adds, “it’s the date of the first execution by electrocution.”
“Kinda weird talking about this stuff with this playing,” I say, indicating the music.
“No, it scans."
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