I used to think danger had a sound—glass, shouting, sirens. Then my son opened a sour cream chip bag and a blue disk dropped into his lap like it belonged in our kitchen. He laughed and said, “Is this a prize?” and I almost laughed too, because it was a normal afternoon and normal afternoons don’t come with warnings.
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