They told me to call a lawyer. Instead, I put on a pot of coffee.
At 3:17 PM on a Tuesday, a notification flashed on my phone. By 3:30 PM, I wasn’t Mr. Sam, the librarian who has served this town for forty years. I was a “danger to the youth” and a “purveyor of filth.”
The post on the local “Concerned …
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