Maybe Thursday I Can Sleep
There really is an Intersection of Death, a place where I suffered mysterious setbacks every time I drove through. I haven’t been there in decades, but there was a time when I half-wondered if that was, in fact, the spot where I would die, and maybe if I avoided it forever I would be immortal. Maybe I am immortal! Whatever the truth is, that’s what ulti…
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