Hey Siri, am I having a heart attack?
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The Sunday Dreads Vol. 53
The night before we left for our trip to Minnesota, I was up all night. It wasn’t my semi-regular insomnia — the sleepless nights I’ve had since childhood — it was a new kind of up all night.
The pain came in waves, like punches right in the middle of my chest. Matthew was sleeping soundly next to me, oblivious to the fact that …
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