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IT'S cold when I pries my eyes open.
The first thing I notice is that I'm not in
my bed. I'm in a hospital room. Drip
lines, and other cords attach my hand to
a monitor. This must be a dream.
"Cohen," I call out, feeling the
numbing effects of drugs in my system. I
run my hand over my belly. It feels
