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county clinic, the one I had kept in the bottom drawer for twelve years.

My old medical records were laid out beside the salt shaker.

The top sheet was my physical assessment from three winters ago, the page dry and yellowed at the corners.

My birth date at the top of the sheet was circled in thick, red ink.

The red ink was still dry on the paper when continue reading …