I've always talked in my sleep. Ever since I was a little boy. Ever since I could talk. Apparently it runs in the family. I remember by mother complaining over dinner about my father's nocturnal outbursts. I remember being grateful that I was never as bad as he must have been, because as far as I knew my nightly dialogues had never progressed beyond incoherent murmurings. Until recently …
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