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the 4th of August, 2025, where your sanity takes
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land softly in inboxes like whispered secrets
in a crowded room. China dangles a modest carat
of 3 ,000 yuan per child under three, hoping
to coax a baby boom. from a nation more interested
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code and free daycare. voice of reason, proposes
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the board's been flipped in frustration for too
long. Trump and Canada's Prime Minister Mark
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In the hallowed halls of academia, the study
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and New South Wales Police clash over protest
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With a stroke of a pen, Trump reimagines global
trade. as a 10 % surcharge on international friendship.
In the grand game of economic foreplay, tariffs
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word. Migrants tread the weary path in Wimmeroo.
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humanity turns its back, we are left to question
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hoping you'll savor each bite while the big players
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It's the only constant. Trump fires the Bureau
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man who mistook a continent. for an island and
history for a treasure map of denial and conquest.
The Pacific weeps in waves of fury, slapping
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Senator Alex Padilla unveils a legislative key
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The Department of Justice, now a stage for irony,
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238 Venezuelan migrants shuffled through borders
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Out to no humans were involved in making this.
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