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The Elusive Blue Pepper

It felt like my lungs had suddenly filled with cellophane. All the unwrapped, crumpled up, mayo-smeared, mustard-smeared, meringue-cream-pie-smeared cellophane of the world crammed into my lungs. Today I live in a plastic bubble I can never leave, and have had countless attacks. That day I was six and riding in the back of my mother’s […]