The Cone of Shame descends on post-op Torky
Last night the housemate came home just before midnight. I, of course, was nearly comatose (my early-to-bed habits are often mocked by friends and family), but the note of fear in Ed’s voice cut through the fog. “Gina … Gina! I need help,” he said from next room. “Sorry! It’s Torky!” The house burning down [...]

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