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That’s the cruelty of OSDD-1b.

That’s J. He is the one who holds the cold. He doesn't have a name, but I call him J because he starts sentences with "I just think..." and then never finishes. He is not a separate person. Neither am I. But he carries the fatigue of a body that worked three doubles in a row, even though we only worked one. osdd 1b

And because we remember every handoff, every mood swing, every contradiction... we also remember the loneliness of knowing you are a committee, not a captain. That’s the cruelty of OSDD-1b

The worst part is the almost .