“Come on, put some back into it, Jacqueline. Ha ha.”

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Jackie, sweetheart,

Can you get this heavy, wool blanket out from underneath me?

I'm sweating like a grape picker.

Come on, put some back into it, Jacqueline. Ha ha.

My other hip!

I think it was subconscious... I've had enough.

Fifty years of criticism and feelings of inadequacy.

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