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its 2043. youre sitting in your living room drinking tea in a large sofa. your daughter comes up to you, bright eyed and eager. she says, “mommy, im doing a project on the eu referendum. can you tell me what it was like back then?” you smile softly. fond memories replay in your mind and youre filled with nostalgia. “of course honey,” you say. “why dont i show you instead? i took a lot of pictures back then.” your daughter is grinning, she’s so excited. you reach under the sofa and pull out a large photo album. you point to the first page and say, “this one here is from right before the votes were counted… ” your daughter looks at the picture then starts tearing up. “mom” she says, choked up ”…….those aren’t pictures……..those are…..those are meme screenshots……” you smile and flip the page, “shhhh. look at this one, sweetheart. it’s mr. krabs. do you see how the picture is blurry? thats how cameron felt when the votes were counted. isnt it funny sweetheart? ” your daughter is sobbing, and you just flip the page.