When I was a kid, I always just sort of figured everything in the world was made, perfectly, by some machine somewhere. Cars, TVs, belts, lamps, books, blenders—if you can buy it at a store, then somewhere it was blinked into perfect existence by a team of professionals. That made total sense to me. Then again, I also thought my teachers lived at school and Beanie Babies were going to make me rich.
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