“Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge and affirm that it is fitting and delicious to lose everything. “

I’m sitting in the waiting room to do my stress test, staring at an older woman, and a younger man. He’s going on and on to her about his stroke-how it felt, what happened, matter of fact like, as if telling a fable he’s told a hundred times before.
She’s desperate for it, for his pain [...]

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