The doctor asked if I wanted to do it. I didn’t answer. He pushed the needle under her skin and depressed the plunger and she didn’t move, didn’t raise her head to look at me…
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The doctor asked if I wanted to do it. I didn’t answer. He pushed the needle under her skin and depressed the plunger and she didn’t move, didn’t raise her head to look at me…