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I’d slept better after the session with Vince and Glenn than I had for weeks, even if it was only for five hours. Something about the combination of shutting off my brain and getting back in touch with my body. But five-fifteen came early in the morning. I showered, staggered out the door, picked up coffee and a muffin, and found my way to the interstate on autopilot. It wasn’t until I passed the first Perry exit, more than thirty miles down the road, that the coffee and sugar started to kick in and my mind went back to Ralph’s story. Ralph’s confession. Except that made me sound like a priest. My mind got lost on tangents, as it often does until the caffeine has sufficiently diffused through my bloodstream, and I worked to rein in images of me in one of those little room things. Confe
