I always knew that February second would be the day of my death. Don’t ask me how; I’ve just known. I didn’t hear it from a soothsayer, or something like that. But I’ve known. Since first grade, I’ve known. So that icy cold February day, the first of the month, I was prepared and expectant. I’d been that way for years, knowing that sometime, it’d
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