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"Near-death Experience"
Cellophane crinkled enticingly, and my 10-month-old laughed and reached. Surely there was a reason why he shouldn't have it? I tried to rip it but it didn't tear, so let him have it. A moment later, he gagged, and before my eyes started to choke. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed him up, and slung him over my shoulder, hard. I heard as well as felt the whump of air leave his body. He started to cry, and I swept my finger over his tongue. Nothing. But on the floor lay a wet patch of cellophane, two inches in diameter.
"Near-death Experience"
Cellophane crinkled enticingly, and my 10-month-old laughed and reached. Surely there was a reason why he shouldn't have it? I tried to rip it but it didn't tear, so let him have it. A moment later, he gagged, and before my eyes started to choke. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed him up, and slung him over my shoulder, hard. I heard as well as felt the whump of air leave his body. He started to cry, and I swept my finger over his tongue. Nothing. But on the floor lay a wet patch of cellophane, two inches in diameter.