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Jason Irwin: Their Hands

All I remember were their hands holding me down: my mother’s father’s, a young nurse who gripped my left arm, and the doctor, who, before each prick into my skin, assured me it wasn’t a needle, just his finger.

October 15, 2020 · 4 Comments

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