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A childhood belief about being ill

One time I would not cooperate with my mohter when she was trying to take my temperature, so she told me that the little robotic voice that announced my temperature on the thermometer was my father's voice. For the next several illnesses, until I wised up, when she walked in with the thermometer and the vaseline she always said, in a very cheery voice, "you want to hear daddy?" My dad always backed her up on that.

— Rachel

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