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when you were 11, severely sprained your ankle, a partial cast, couldn't take a shower, and foot slipped down into bathtub, had to get a replacement. where was your mother, Sheri? if there''d even be a moment, I'd help her. still want Phil to write that poem.

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  1. I guess it wouldn't be acceptable for my step-dad to help me bathe.

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