Uh oh. Where's the tapes?

So we released our first cassette to little fanfare last week. Instead of trumpets, it sounded like your nephew humming through wax paper on a comb. But hey, it's fun to release things, right?

Then we accidentally left our box of cassettes at the Little Hamilton Collective. I called them, but they don't know where they are.

So if you see someone who has our cassette, and their names are not Joshua, Vance, Grace, or Landon, then please ask them where they got it and let us know.

Question: Are tapes really a theft-risk? Tooooooo funny!