I walked through the door of my condo at 9 p.m., kicked off my running shoes, and dropped my gym bag on the floor. Crap, he’s not back yet, I thought to myself. I had just returned from my fifth run of the week. I was beating down my body and my mind with exercise. It was one of the only things that helped calm the constant panic I felt ever since being diagnosed as gene-positive for Huntington’s…

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