There's something so tangible that I can touch it, in my mind, like the tidal wave of nausea that seems to thwarting my attempts at coherent thought. It has become the mysterious shiver down my spine, the ache behind my eyes, and all in the span of 2 hours, it has made me feel as though I am my mother- arthritic hips, a tired, saggy, grim
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