I woke up this morning sometime between five or six with a pain shooting up my back between my shoulder blades, my wings where you can't reach. I winced and squirmed, trying to find a position on the couch where the nerves firing could, at least in theory, be dulled enough so I could sleep a few more hours. I waited twenty, thirty minutes until I
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I get the feeling my dad snuck into the house all ninja-like, karated my spinal column, and fled into the night like the punk he is!
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