The air was thick with the silent weeping of cousins who had bet the mortgage on digital monkeys and lost it all in the FTX collapse. The "future of finance" had evaporated, leaving nothing but a bitter taste and a sudden interest in manual labor.

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I cut into the ruined pie. I served slices to the masses. They ate it. They smiled. The sugar hit their bloodstreams, and for a brief, shining moment, the tension lifted. The anxiety of the year dissolved into a sticky, sweet haze of acceptance.