One Stab in the Back and I’m Done

One Stab in the Back and I’m Done

How do I know that I’m good at suspending my disbelief? I survived watching Dude, Where’s My Car? more than once. Granted, I turned off many of my vital and logical functions to accomplish this small feat. That was only possible for one good reason: I didn’t expect realism. A story’s world sets my expectations, as it …

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