His name was Alex, and he had over-the-ear-just-about-reaching-the-jawline brown hair, an acoustic guitar in the corner of his office, and a copy of Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules to Life on his paper-strewn desk. This was a little while before Peterson had turned in the public consciousness from popular psychologist to populist hero of alt-right seventeen-…
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