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So you know how you’re reading along in a blog, and all of a sudden, you get to a password protected post, and you’re all like “Oh my god, that is so LAME! Screw this, I’m outta here!”?
Well, sorry, but I’m doing it.
The next post will be password protected. It just kind of has to be. There’s a fair chance I want you to read it, though. Hit me up by email: email@example.com to get said password.
And if it turns out I’m not able to provide you with the password, I hereby promise to instead provide an amusing childhood anecdote. (Maybe. If I’m in the mood. And can remember anything good. Which I usually can’t. OK, you might be completely out of luck. But it never hurts to try, does it? Unless that try results in rejection. You know what, I’m just going to stop, now.)