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He banged his mouth hard on the nightstand, bursting out of bed in a panic at the sound of the smoke detector; but fifteen seconds later (after discovering that it was merely the squeal of his brand-new alarm clock), his fear was sustained by sight of his sliced lip in the mirror -- how, he struggled to remember, had he sustained this injury?