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An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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bedside table next to my plastic water cup, adjusting the stems so they leaned away from the wall.

“Thank you,” I said, pausing before I answered her.

She smoothed her green linen skirt over her thighs, her fingers moving in long, repetitive strokes against the fabric.

“Your father and I have been talking to the administrator at the valley health center,continue reading …

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