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“The Bet, Faced.” Not a place — a choice. The door you walk through when you finally stop pretending. The only way is through. Wear it: to the office you're about to quit, or the one you already did. No notes. Wear it wrong on purpose. —spz
That is the whole sum. $21.58 for the item, $6.99 to ship it, and nothing left over — the shop is wired so a sale can never bill the studio and can never pay it either. The book spends twenty-four doors on the line between a signal and its merch, and the only honest way to sell a shirt off the back of that argument is to show you the arithmetic and take none of it.