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The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

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My name is Christopher Hayes, and most days I can tell the hour by what the hospital smells like.

I know that seems like an odd way to begin, but bear with me. After thirty-two years flying commercial jets across the country, I developed a habit of anchoring myself to sensory details because the alternative, letting your mind drift into abstraction continue reading …

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