I hate checkups at the doctor's office. It's the kind of tedious thing that drives me nuts. Then I complain to the nurse about doing tests and she say...
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My 7-year-old son, Whit, held his hand over his chest. He closed his eyes, bending his blonde head slightly down, clearly paying attention to what he was feeling.
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