Could I survive the apocalypse?
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Attempt 17ish: hand remains intact. I am trying to pierce a tin of peaches with an eight-inch freshly sharpened chef’s knife. It is day four inside my 366-square-foot apartment; my tin opener has failed me, there is no ring on this can and I am seeking whatever dregs of vitamin C that might live within. Was I willing to sever an artery for a story? If you are the Workplace Health and Safety Executive, then…
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