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    Thursday Morning

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    It was a Thursday morning, early, when Morton Roger Hollings tried to get out of bed, and his back locked up, leaving him virtually paralyzed. He asked the dogs to get him some ibuprofen or a thermal patch to heat his back, but they ignored him and tore up a cardboard microwave meal box...

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