You ask that tension filled question. You know the one… “Your zoom, or mine?” There’s an awkward pause as you wait for a for a sign, any sign, that it’s okay to slip your code into the other person’s in box. Admit it. You’ve asked it. We’ve all asked it. There, waited with anticipation, alone in your at-home office/kitchen table. Maybe wearing pajama pants, maybe not. Hoping the next message refresh will signal that greatly anticipated next move.

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