(Continued, kind of, from last week…)
Ever since I can remember, so let’s say “a very young age,” I had this fear that I would do something that would completely count me out; end me. I used to be afraid that I’d accidentally kill someone when I was sleeping (sleepwalking murders were a thing to be concerned about in the early ‘90s if you ever read abou…
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