When I worked in the loading dock of Target, I had two options: going to a mud wrestling night with my co-workers and get inducted into the semi-official crime ring they operated, or not doing that. 376 more words
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One of the symptoms of sleep paralysis is the sensation of a creature sitting on your chest. Please tell me what it means when I wake up in the morning and it’s still there.