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The warning signs came in the summer of 2006. My mom was helping me move to New Mexico, and along the 3-day drive from New York, we stopped at a Cracker Barrel in Amarillo, Texas. It was early in the day andbreakfast-time. I don’t know if it was the strange shell-shock
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