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Burning Eyeball: A New Wisconsinite’s Observations of His Adopted State

There came a point in the five minutes with my eyeball under a steady stream of water attempting to flush out the oil that was making me familiar with what a minor level of hell feels like where my body accepted this as my new normal.  I would forever be stuck with my head in a sink, my sight restricted to a big light blur, speaking to the disembodied voice of my friend behind me.

Since I am not dictating this post from a sink, let’s back up. […]

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