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The shredder coughs. Then it gags. Then it makes a noise like a goose being audited, and spits out a mangled photo: Grandma Mae, pearl earrings catching the flash, handing a briefcase to a man whose face you've definitely seen on a campaign yard sign.
The machine wheezes one last accusation and dies. Great. Even the office equipment has a conscience now.