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1877.  Not Eighteen-Seventy-Seven, not one thousand eight hundred seventy-seven, not the rose house on the corner.  1877. As in one-eight-seven-seven. It takes far more work to roll off the tongue. It is more labored, Like carrying stones up a hill, you can’t skip over any syllable; you’re forced to reckon with every single sound, carry […]