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Warning: Sensitive themes include physical violence and suicide. Mornings were improving. He slept almost four hours last night. For months, he had to wait until dawn just as the starlings set up a racket before falling asleep for two or three hours. The sleep was better, too. A fall straight down into a dreamless black void. For months after his return from Syria, he fought sleep, risked acquiring a cirrhotic liver trying to drink himself into a blackout stupor. Then it was like stumbling out of one of those funhouse rooms with tilted flo...
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The Bug LadyRobb WhiteLonny went into autopilot, thinking only a single thought piped from his neocortex: Escape! He fumbled with the keys trying to start the engine; it cranked, died. He tried lifting his arm to pull the door latch but it was made of lead and wouldn’t obey. He was too weak to get out and run anyway.He slumped lower in the seat, looking between gaps in the steering wheel. Kids on bikes yelled at one another passing him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, all talking at once. Happy, carefree—how he and Jory use...
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