So I went to a horror play last night. About zombies. There were two zombies onstage the whole time, chained up, trying to get at the two other characters. One of them [the zombies] is a girl I know, a friend even! Did that stop me from throwing myself into the lap of my friend every time she looked at us? Not one bit.
Sometimes you try things outside your comfort zone and you find that, after it's over, you're still alive. But maybe you also happen to be talking a mile a minute for more than an hour, trying to process all the adrenaline in your body.
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