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Sense of Touch.

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The man's ribs cracked methodically, rhythmically, and with a slowly waning sense of purpose and urgency. The worst part was that I could feel his son's eyes on the back of my head. (Sorry… I'll back up.) At 21, I was barely a year out of paramedic school, freshly (read: naively) empowered with a bachelor's […]