I was in the local ER because my left hand was tingling, and I (along with my GP) was concerned that I was having a stroke. Instead, I got diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome. My mother was next to the bed the whole time. We were discussing my World Literature course, one of which I struggle with constantly.
My mother says to me, "You're not as good of a writer as you think you are. I mean, you're not Edgar Allan Poe...I'm not saying you couldn't get there, but..."
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