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I don’t remember her name anymore. She was 8 years old: blonde, pretty, smiling politely. I remember her parents, older than most, looking concerned. She looked too healthy to be the source of their concern, but as I moved close to her, I could see the petechiae on her cheeks. In three weeks, she was […]



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