Forget everything I said before. That is because over the course of a five days delirious winter storm in which I lumbered in bed lamenting my life in a state of anatomic panic and grave boredom as I looked out on a white lawn with Formica snow I was taken on a ride that I shall never forget at least until I do forget which I already did. What have I been? I read a paragraph from Wuthering Heights and flipped the book across the room. My next thought was to rip it into shreds with my bare hands. However, an interruption, someone said to turn on the lights, and I said, "What's that?" Don't forget everything I said before like I said before, remember some of it again. It took me a lot of time to say all that stuff before, I don't want it to go to waste. That is more for you than it is for me if I'm being honest right now which I'm not. My tragedy was coinciding with the auspicious 36-year ice storm. It wasn't even Easter for Christ's sake. The
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