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True! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I … Continue reading

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live through this (Halloween 2012)

After the storm of the century, are you really in the mood for a postapocalyptic zombie movie on Halloween? I know I’m not. Gates are locked, porch lights are dimmed, and on the Netflix queue tonight we’ll be watching (and … Continue reading

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