I woke up this morning to my wife Evi tugging on my leg, asking me for help with getting the girls ready for school. At least, that’s what I assume she was doing. When I first wake up, everything I see, hear, and feel is perceived through a very thick, very murky fog. This morning was no exception. She could’ve tugged on my leg and said, “Zed’s dead, ba…
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