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Topic - Kristen Sheely
Inside the house on the corner, Ken Sheely rests his hands on the kitchen table. Two black bracelets wind around his left wrist. Their white words hint at the truth behind the warm handshake, the easy smile, the offer of something to drink.
"What are they there for," she says through a voice that still shakes, "if not to protect the health and safety of their athletes?"
"We're haunted," Kristen says from the car she is driving back from another visit to State College, "with the terrible unreality all the time."