Since the day I turned twenty-one, I’ve had a sarcastic dog squatting in my brain. This uninvited visitor made himself—yes, it’s definitely a he—known to me just as I was blowing out the candles on my cake. I must’ve blown some fuse; I’ve always had this thing about the dreadful luck I’d have if I
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It was an ugly house, dissected no doubt out of something middle-class and elegant and whole from a century before. Now, Doctor Zhivago-like, four families lived across its four chambers, and Janusz found himself hauling his two cases, baby and daddy, along a bypass towards the left-most ventricle. He pushed the button to raise the
