When I used to come home from school, I would immediately turn on the television. I would press my head against it and gather, inch by inch, all of its static electricity with my hair. I have the feeling that I was hugging it tightly. As I listened carefully to the high-pitched whine of it turning on, as it changed from white noise into a voice, I felt everything inside me that was trembling begin to settle.
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