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Eight Ounces Of Prevention







    The wailing awakened me. I smashed the alarm clock to bits. The madness was upon me again. There was a cure but I couldn't remember. The destruction made me happy. I knew I could survive as long as I destroyed everything in my path. There was a voice nearby. It must be silenced like the clock! I burst into the room with a ferocious howl...
    "Good morning dear, here's your coffee."
    The cure! I seized the cup and inhaled the contents!
    "Thanks. I don't know what I would have done without it."
    Well, maybe I did know.
 
 

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