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NICK REMEMBERED A TIME when he possessed the constitution of a younger man, capable of drinking several beers before consuming an unhealthy amount of fast food. Performing such a task now rendered him sore, bloated, and exhausted.
Sucked in by the comfort of the couch cushions, he was unable to execute the simple act of switching off the television his mother had left on. He held his distended belly as he smashed his head into the plush arm of the couch.
The glow of the small picture tube stared back at him. His mother was still obsessed with watching The Discovery Channel. Last month it was The Food Network, the month before, TLC.
“This too shall pass,” Nick said to himself, not particularly interested in the overblown drama of paranormal investigations, but too lazy to b
