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November 22, 1993 Something is happening. I'm smelling strange smells and hearing voices and noises. I call my mother in a panic. I pace up and down the hallway attached to my IV. I must have made twenty rounds just freaking out. Finally my girlfriend, mother and grandmother arrive. I keep asking them if they are real. My grandmother reaches to stroke my hair. I recoil thinking she's a snake or something. The drugs the doctor gave me have caused a bad reaction. |
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