When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

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A woman with a profile picture of a smiling family wrote, “Must be nice to have an SUV and supplies. Some of us can’t afford your little ‘competence’ fantasy.”

A man wrote, “Why didn’t you let more people in? You had blankets. You chose who lived warm and who didn’t.”

Another person wrote, “This is why you don’t trust strangers. She’s lucky the continue reading …