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The Night I Dropped a Pill (And How We Survive Meds Now)

I was wearing my husband Dan’s threadbare college lacrosse t-shirt, it was 2:14 in the morning, and I was on my hands and knees with my iPhone flashlight in my mouth, frantically sweeping the kitchen floor with my bare hands....

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