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“I’m so sorry Geoff,” Laura says as she hurriedly places a large bag of ice onto my purpling protruding pointables. I hold back a screaming “FUCK!” by gritting my teeth and stamping my right leg sharply against the porch deck. “Sorry, sorry.” Laura continues to chant, “I know Sheila didn’t mean to drop that toolbox on your hand.” Laura always seems to want to defend Sheila, Laura’s “Boyfriend,” “Girlfriend," “Whatever Person.” I take another deep drag from my cigarette. “Y'all are trying...