And then — because the universe has a sense of humor so sharp it should arguably be registered as a weapon — someone knocked on the door.

Two FBI agents.

Real ones. With badges. With guns. With training. With what used to be promising careers.

Standing on a doorstep because somewhere, deep in the federal bureaucracy, a sentence had been typed that read something like:

“We may have a situation involving several thousand dildos.”

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