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Cutting

Cutting

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I found my father’s bed at the end of the corridor. A nurse held his pallid arm up to the light. She adjusted one of the tubes and lowered his arm back to his side. In the neighboring bed, a man older than my father was connected to beeping monitors. He followed me with his eyes. Landis and my mom turned their heads as the nurse walked out.

“What are you doing here?” asked Landis.more

Remote Controls and Menus (XVII)

Remote Controls and Menus (XVII)

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Things that go hand and hand – like professional wrestling and pornography.more

Don’t Mess

Don’t Mess

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“Here’s how to think of the double arm-bar: imagine you’re lying face-down in the street and some roid-ripped police officer’s got his knee jammed between your shoulder-blades. Then he takes his nightstick andmore