The final days of election season come with their own soundtrack, a percussion signaling that the end of all this [*gesturing at 15 square miles of yard signs*] is drawing near. The accelerating thunks of campaign mailers hitting inboxes. The rat-a-ta door-knocking of canvassers at all manner of ungodly hours. The thumping heartbeats of overtired, overcaffeinated candidates. Altogether it sounds like a stopwatch ticking down the hours until the polls close at 7pm on Tuesday, June 18.
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The final days of election season come with their own soundtrack, a percussion signaling that the end of all this [*gesturing at 15 square miles of yard signs*] is drawing near. The accelerating thunks of campaign mailers hitting inboxes. The rat-a-ta door-knocking of canvassers at all manner of ungodly hours. The thumping heartbeats of overtired, overcaffeinated candidates. Altogether it sounds like a stopwatch ticking down the hours until the polls close at 7pm on Tuesday, June 18.