It’s July 4th, a day of remembrance and celebration. When I was a child, July 4th meant three things for me: 1) eating hamburgers and drinking a lot of soda, 2) spending the day in the middle of nowhere lighting firecrackers, and 3) the chance to once again scare my brothers with said firecrackers. And as an added fourth thing, getting in trouble for scaring my brothers. This year, though, Independence Day seems to also be about something else: sarcasm.
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