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THE TELEVISION screen up on the yellow wall blurred so much that two screens separated in his head. D'Andre Walker's pain medication had increased. Now he felt confused, unable to choose a program worth watching. It was hard work to keep pressing the remote-controller button.
It was hard to want to stay alive. What was the point of it all anyways?
A blonde white lady on the TV screen said, “Good morning everybody!” She was way too happy, but really pretty.
D'Andre figured out that it must be morning. Raspberry Jello sat uneaten on a tray in front of him. He poked his little white spork at the red gel, and it danced around in the Styrofoam cup. He wasn't sure if he could keep it down today. The pain meds made him feel all queasy.
Up on that TV screen, some too-happy middle-aged whi
