Every one of my muscles is shaking. Every single molecule. On the bathroom sink, right next to Brian's electric razor, is a little plastic indicator that could decide the rest of my life. Water flows out of the icy pipes and I splash it on my face, numb from cold now. I don't look. I don't want to look.
I go into the kitchen, grab a
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