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The bed squealed its protest as I plopped down on its smooth, plaid flannel bedspread. I set the box down, took a deep breath, and opened the lid. I began removing the items from their container with great deliberation, much like a heart surgeon working on a patient or a small child learning a new toy. When I completed this task, I realized I was surrounded: for better or worse, the only way out was to wade through this mess. |