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Bum Rib

I coughed for a month. I coughed until subway cars and restaurants emptied. I coughed until the parents of my charges came running into the room to find me doubled over, one finger aloft, wait, wait, wait. I coughed until one mother, regal, Indian, slippered and pashmina’d, came running with her two Thai maids, bearing […]

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Kind of a Bummer

I’d been coughing for a week when I gave in and went to the doctor. As I opened the door to the office I began an operatic coughing fit. By the time I approached the reception desk, the doctor’s numerous assistants were peering curiously around the glass divider. Just as I stepped up to the […]

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