Still Lucky
It's odd to think of my autopilot life, the one before. Working at a job I loved and navigating the daily dance of sibling warfare, homework and appointments. Then one night I looked down at my left hand. "Holy shit," I yelped. "You need to go to the doctor," John said.
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