My sleep is restless, I can't get the temperature right in my room. By the time dawn peers around my blinds, I'm coming to accept a truth I've been trying to deny. I get a delivery, proceed to gingerly undo the packaging. I undergo a strange ritual, and wait. With my wife on the phone I peer at a white plastic capsule and see two pink lines.
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