I was fourteen, lying in a hospital bed far from home. Surgery had gone well, or so I was told. But I hadn’t slept well. I usually lay in a position half-way on my stomach
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I was fourteen, lying in a hospital bed far from home. Surgery had gone well, or so I was told. But I hadn’t slept well. I usually lay in a position half-way on my stomach
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