I had to see the 11 a.m. show of One Hour Photo.
To this day, I don’t know why it felt so important for me to rush to an out-of-the-way theater to see the Robin Williams thriller, but on Aug. 31, 2002, I woke up with that impulse. It was a decision that changed — and may have saved — my life.
I woke later than I wanted that Saturday morning; I was 23 an…
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