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I started to walk toward the hallway, leaning heavily on my cane, which I had grabbed from beside the chair. I stopped at the doorway and turned back to them.
Oh, and Beatatrice, I said, don’t make me any more smoothies. I think I will stick to water for a while. My stomach is a little unsettled. I saw the flash of panic in her eyes, but she masked continue reading …
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