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I stopped breathing three times. The first time, everyone except Nan panicked. Nan calmly fetched a bottle of whiskey and an eye dropper and placed one drop of that appalling substance on my tongue. The shock brought me back to the living, choking and coughing. Thereafter, the whiskey sat next to my bassinet.
Katharine Valentino
Henya Drescher
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Wow. What an amazing story. You beat the odds.
Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon.
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