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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