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February 8, 2003 centrifugal force His prescription drug collection was impressive, all the more so given none were recreational and all were taken daily.  He displayed his medications on a plastic, two-tiered Lazy Susan in the bathroom and, sometimes, when he was preoccupied, he would spin the Lazy Susan too fast causing pill bottles to fly across the pink tile floor. He was accustomed to unrestrained centrifugal force.  His own spinning had thrown off loved ones with sickening energy, like shrapnel from a grenade.  It made him dizzy to think on it. The percussion of his daughter's departure was more nervous cough than explosion.  She was the last to leave and did so when he was away.  Staring at her unmade bed and empty chest-of-drawers, he could only hope she cut her own strong tether.

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