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A Moving Experience: The Uncensored Story

by C.Flisi

A package was sitting outside our front door yesterday. It wasn’t a happy-face Prime carton and we weren’t expecting a mailed gift from anyone, so what could it be? When I saw the return address marked “Texas,” I whooped with delight. This HAD to be a box of glucose sensors, those potentially lifesaving devices upon which diabetics rely to keep their sugar levels in line.




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