
The line for “The Motherboards” stretched three city blocks, smelling faintly of anticipation and WD-40. At the front of the line, Mike was sweating through his “I ❤️ BOT ROCK” vintage tee, clutching a piece of cardstock like it was the Holy Grail.

The line for “The Motherboards” stretched three city blocks, smelling faintly of anticipation and WD-40. At the front of the line, Mike was sweating through his “I ❤️ BOT ROCK” vintage tee, clutching a piece of cardstock like it was the Holy Grail.
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