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It’s a summer Monday, you have a humiliating sunburn, you left your lunch money and bank card back at that bar in Rockaway, and you’re still hungover from too many shandy tallboys and sending emails to your boss where you spell it “their” when it should be “there,” but whoever posted this sign on Clinton Street (probably not the DOT) wants you to know you’re doing okay. You keep doing you, you.