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My Bed of Nails

My Bed of Nails

Titicut Follies, 1967

Henry Giardina
Sep 25, 2023
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“I was lying down in my room. My stomach started to chug and I walked down the hall to the office, looking for the doctor. That’s all I remember.

June1 said I started to say something; then I doubled up and began to make horrible sounds. The nurses grabbed me as I stiffened out. They held down my tongue. June thought I was dying and she began to scream. S…

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