"You know, Tom," Brad said, "I remember when you were a nice kid." "Well, here," he said, stepping around to the dolly. "I'll hold this while y ou get the door open." I called Michelle with the good news as soon as I got home. She squealed lik e a happy pig, which in my mind didn't bode well for her chances for the rol e. "This is stupid," Van Doren repeated. "Now I can't breathe. I try exhaling r eally hard to blow the latex out of my nose but the goo keeps dripping down. I need those stupid straws. Now I'm going to have to get up and crawl aroun d to find those damned things. Without messing up my mask, if possible, so I don't have to do this ever again. I try to get up out of my chair while kee ping my face in the same position. I get up and start walking around, feelin g for things. I bump into the side of something. I trip. Now I'm trying to k eep my balance. It's not working. I crash into something backwards. I can he ar and feel stuff falling behind me. Now nothing's making sense -- there's a flash of brightness and a ringing in my ears. I fall down. I realize I'm bl eeding from the back of my head. Something must have dropped on my head. I'm dizzy. I can't get up. I feel sleepy. I guess I really am going to die. Thi s really sucks."
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