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She’s nervous, sitting on a couch. She leafs through a magazine, looks around, fusses with her hair. In a moment of anxiety, she picks up the phone and dials a number. Her friend Donna answers the phone.
I think I’m in over my head, she says.

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white noise – I watched with trepidation as my strange bed was wheeled out in front of me. Wires, tubes, fluid bags, suction and electricity. The platform awaited me; it loomed eerily before me, all the tools of horror in anticipation of my naked body.

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