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few more months of this kind of strain could mean a permanent pacemaker, or worse,” Dr. Vance said.
He leaned forward, his clinical eyes scanning my face with a frustration he usually hid. “I need you to promise me you will rest. No more late nights at corporate galas. No more public scenes like the one Sarah told me about.”
“I’m doing my best,” I said.continue reading …
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