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♫ Push’em Up! (Year of the Goat Mix) ♫
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I enter the corridor that the set designers have constructed in plasticky bright colors on the game show stage, bathed in the hot glare of the spotlights. The studio audience holds its breath. But it’s always the same: one door hides a luxury limousine—the rest, a goat each. And as always, when I’ve made my choice, the game show host opens one of the other doors, and as always, there’s a goat behind it. Of course, whether I reconsider my choice or insist on it, just like always, I never manage to win the grand prize.
You know, I don’t want to bleat, but: What am I supposed to do with all these goats?

