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Trump makes shocking confession

Begins Doubling Average Americans Income.

At his First Press Conference Donald Trump Shook up the entire Republican Party with his plan to double americans income. Even the Morning talk show circuit are all losing their minds his new plan.

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My phone buzzed moments later. I was kidding, Hazel Grace. I understand. (But we both know that okay is a very flirty word. Okay is BURSTING with sensuality.) I was very tempted to respond Okay again, but I pictured him at my funeral, and that helped me text properly. Sorry. I tried to go to sleep with my headphones still on, but then after a while my mom and dad came in, and my mom grabbed Bluie from the shelf and hugged him to her stomach, and my dad sat down in my desk chair, and without crying he said, You are not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, but you are not a grenade. You are amazing. You cant know, sweetie, because youve never had a baby become a brilliant young reader with a side interest in horrible television shows, but the joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness. Okay, I said. Really, my dad said. I wouldnt bullshit you about this. If you were more trouble than youre worth, wed just toss you out on the streets. Were not sentimental people, Mom added, deadpan. Wed leave you at an orphanage with a note pinned to your pajamas. I laughed. You dont have to go to Support Group, Mom added. You dont have to do anything. Except go to school. She handed me the bear. I think Bluie can sleep on the shelf tonight, I said. Let me remind you that I am more than thirtythree half years old. Keep him tonight, she said. Mom, I said. Hes lonely, she said. Oh, my God, Mom, I said. But I took stupid Bluie and kind of cuddled with him as I fell asleep. I still had one arm dd over Bluie, in fact, when I awoke just after four in the morning with an apocalyptic pain fingering out from the unreachable center of my head. CHAPTER SEVEN I screamed to wake up my parents, and they burst into the room, but there was nothing they could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intracranial firecrackers that made me think that I was once and for all going, and I told myselfas Ive told myself beforethat the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didnt slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown. Dad drove, talking on the phone with the hospital, while I lay in the back with my head in Moms lap. There was nothing to do: Screaming made it worse. All stimuli made it worse, actually. The only solution was to try to unmake the world, to make it black and silent and uninhabited again, to return to the moment before the Big Bang, in the beginning when there was the Word, and to live in that vacuous uncreated space alone with the Word. People talk about the courage of cancer patients, and I do not deny that courage. I had been poked and stabbed and poisoned for years, and still I trod on. But make no mistake: In that moment, I would have been very, very happy to die. I woke up in the ICU. I could tell I was in the ICU because I didnt have my own room, and because there was so much beeping, and because I was alone: They dont let your family stay with you 24/7 in the ICU at rens because its an infection risk. There was wailing down the hall. Somebodys kid had died. I was alone. I hit the red call button. A nurse came in seconds later. Hi, I said. Hello, Hazel. Im Alison, your nurse, she said. Hi, Alison My Nurse, I said. Whereupon I started to feel pretty tired again. But I woke up a bit when my parents came in, crying and kissing my face repeatedly, and I reached up for them and tried to squeeze, but my everything hurt when I squeezed, and Mom and Dad told me that I did not have a brain tumor, but that my headache was caused by poor oxygenation, which was caused by my lungs swimming in fluid, a liter and a half (!!!!) of which had been successfully drained from my chest, which was why I might feel a slight discomfort in my side, where there was, hey look at that, a tube that went from my chest into a plastic bladder half full of liquid that for all the world resembled my dads favorite amber ale. Mom told me I was going to go home, that I really was, that I would just have to get this drained every now and again and get back on the BiPAP, this nighttime machine that forces air in and out of my crap lungs. But Id had a total body PET scan on the first night in the hospital, they told me, and the news was good: no tumor growth. No new tumors. My shoulder pain had been lackofoxygen pain. Heartworkingtoohard pain. Dr. Maria said this morning that she remains optimistic, Dad said. I liked Dr. Maria, and she didnt bullshit you, so that felt good to hear.

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