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04/25/2003

Four point fucking three

hCG's at 4.3. I can't even zero out properly. How boring is that?

I'm tempted to blame the hospital, but I must grudgingly concede that they probably knew what they were doing. I was there for thirty whole minutes and I didn't catch even a little dysentery.

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