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blinding sun-gleam; the chair ascended the hill without slowing, into my drive my husband’s arms, in blatant contradiction to his atrophied legs, were sweat-slick from his ‘run’ he was genius liar abuser of alcohol drugs of me. © tlp 2009 This one's for you, Jacob; it's been a very long time ago and I experienced nearly no pain in the re-writing.