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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
When the wakeup call came I was lying face down on top of my left hand and my thumb was numb. Bart picked the receiver up and then lay back groaning. Sunlight lined the blackout curtains like white fire. I sat up and shook my hand. “Shit.”
“Wha’d you do?” Bart said, standing up and yawning. He had a severe case of bed head.
“I think I slept on my hand.”