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One dull summer afternoon in my youth, I lay half asleep on the couch while waiting for a man to pass by my house. It was almost ninety degrees Fahrenheit outside, and my few friends had all gone on vacations with their families. With nothing to do but wait, the heat and boredom began to seep into my brain.My grandmother walked by as I napped, chiding me for not making good use of my time. Even if my friends were not around, the garden needed watering, the kitchen counters needed scrubbing, and my grades (if last year was anything to go by) ...
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Hidden in the back of a cabinet. I kept the bottle of pills the doctor had prescribed me. The prescription was discontinued long ago – finding out I was allergic to the medicine saw to that. Everyone had thought I’d flushed the damned things down the toilet, but in reality I’d kept the bottle hidden away for a rainy day.I did a good enough job of hiding how bad things were. Eight hours a day, I patrolled the hallways of the convalescent home. The Diocese maintained a carefully put together care home for old nuns who’d grown too sick for thei...
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