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couldn’t place. Not fear. Not concern. Something tighter.
“And you need to get that checked. Soon.”
“It’s not that bad,” I said. “I’ll see how it feels.”
She set her phone down. Face up.
“Hernias don’t just go away,” she said. “They can get dangerous.”
I blinked. “Nicole, I just told you about it.”
She was already opening her laptop.
“There’s a surgeon,” continue reading …
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