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watched my father deal with the same thing years ago.
That night at dinner, I mentioned it casually. We were standing at the kitchen island, Mia up in Boulder for summer classes. Nicole was scrolling on her phone.
“I think I pulled something today,” I said. “Pretty sure it’s a hernia.”
Nicole’s head snapped up.
“A hernia?”
Her voice had an edge to it I continue reading …
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