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Whenever I am sick, I am always my father's daughter and my mother's child. It is the greatest luxury in the world. He will always test for fever with cool, solid hands, and she will always make ready a bed for me to nap in. Sometimes they are like gods, so thankful am I for their presence.

3:44 a.m. 2004-05-25�

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