Yesterday when I got home my wife gave me a glass of water. I drank it and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and placed the empty glass on the counter and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and sat down on the couch and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and turned on the TV and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and changed the channel and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and indicated I was no longer thirsty and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said no more water and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and screamed put your listening ears on and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said why so much water and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and got up from the couch and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said the next glass coming my way will be broken and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and started going towards the bathroom and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said here I'm gonna pee and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said I must escape as I ran towards the front door and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and tripped over the carpet and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and said why are you doing this and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it as I lay helpless on the ground with a bruised elbow and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and cried for help and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and remembered the day when I saw Dancing with Wolves in the theaters and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and tried to wrestle her hand off of my mouth and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and tried to spit the water out and then without saying a word she gave me another glass of water. I drank it and then she shot me in the face.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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