Snoring and a Brief History of the Quest for a Cure
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When I was eight, my dad moved our family to North Dakota. If the culture shock of living in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere wasn’t bad enough, he made the five of us move into a two-bedroom apartment while our house was being built. Sure, my sisters and I complained about having to share a bedroom and all, but that wasn’t the worst part. Every night around 2 am, when my dad finally passed out in…