In hindsight, I wondered if Marge was telepathically receiving my violent fantasies. Was this my fault? I remember trying to turn a light bulb on with my thoughts when I was a kid—not even a flicker. But that doesn’t mean telekinesis or ESP don’t exist.
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“Another pause of oblivion, and he awoke in the sombre morning, unconscious where he was or what had happened, until it flashed upon his mind, ‘this is the day of my death!’”
I’ve always felt this sentence deserved a career just as glamorous as the opening lines of the same novel. While everyone clocks in on “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”, probably only a handful of specialists can locate these words. Shame; they are natural born ambassadors for an awakening, a bitter but important jolt of consciousness. Like the one I experienced the afternoon I got fired from the customer service advisor team of a medium-size supermarket.
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