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Is better. Another round of tablets. Another 15 minutes. He woke up more this time and snarled at me. “What?” he muttered. “Why are you staring at me?” He grabbed the glucose tablets out of my hand. Apparently I am bothering him. He feels lousy, I know, but my heart is too tender at times to deflect the pain.

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