What Happens When You Go Knocking On The NSA’s Door

View this image ‘ ‘Excuse me, what are you doing here?’ It was a fair question. But the next one confused me. ‘Why do you have a backpack?’ Did he think I was a hiker that took the wrong path? I often carry a backpack. Why would he care? And then, of course, it dawned on me. Everything’s a

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