At 10 a.m., Belinda Carlisle blares from the speakers of the SUB, her refrain assuring me that heaven is, truly, a place on earth. But is it? Morsels of oatmeal burrow into my teeth and throat, and I knew that if someone I know were to come up to me at this moment I’d be unable to audibly greet them before clearing every piece out of my mouth. As I prepare for a nonexistent interaction, I’m unsure if I can make sounds at all. Speaking is all I do nowadays. But in the past, I did…
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