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in his hands, shoulders shaking with what I'd believed were real sobs

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Manhattan skyline. Sloane curled in white linens, wearing nothing

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hold my hand in the waiting room. Let him make me soup a

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than had asked me to keep private, "for our privacy." Five yea

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study

cords-Clara, he has your medical records. The miscarriages. All three of them. He has files labeled with dates and

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said. "This is a research pro

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