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The Ficticious Disease of Inconsistency

I walk into a carpeted, nicely furnish, well lit basement, where some people are playing a game. Among them are my ex-girlfriend Aurora, and two people who I retrospectively recognize, my youngest brother and a guy I met this thanksgiving. It's a roleplaying/storytelling game. They give me an existing character and I join in.

Only events unfold too fast for me to keep up, having joined in medias res, so I mostly end up observing things unfold. As we wrap up and head up the stairs, I'm told that my character contracted Ford's disease, which famously struck Henry Ford, but just as famously only affects Latinos.

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