Tell Me When I Die
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  • Reads 313
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 42m
Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2016
CPA. Congenital Permanent Anesthesia. My disease, my curse. I had never felt anything in my life. Not heat, nor cold. Not pain, nor softness. I was used to it by now. As I was to the rest of my bleak life. My mother, gone. My father, not really there at all. I had my reprieve at least - in my girlfriend, Jamie, and our best friend, Andrew.

When things start going south in the worst way - with hospital visit after hospital visit - I start thinking that maybe, just maybe, CPA isn't really my curse, but instead my salvation.
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