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  "publishedAt": "2026-05-15T14:10:59.000Z",
  "site": "https://defector.com",
  "tags": [
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    "Stories",
    "Amy Wallace",
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    "david foster wallace",
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  "textContent": "_This article originally appeared May 11 on The Small Bow._\n\nEarly on Saturday mornings, Amy Wallace would be yanked out of bed by her big brother, David. He was determined not to miss the start of the cartoons. At their home in Urbana, Illinois, the siblings situated themselves in front of the television and waited for the color bars to turn to _The Road Runner Show_ , David eager, impatient, full of energy. Eventually, he would splay out on the carpet and Amy would sit behind him on the couch. More than 50 years later, Amy is still haunted by the sensory experience of that couch. It was pea-green and scratchy, yet she dutifully—and gladly—sat there as part of their sibling ritual.\n\nTheir mother, Sally Foster, described the scene this way: Amy spent her mornings watching David watch TV. But that’s not quite right.",
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