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“Am I?” Clay murmurs. He pushes open the screen door with his foot and sidles into the house.

''How long has it been this time? Too long, no doubt.'' Now that Calidi had called attention to it, he felt it:  the tightness, the faint wheeze, the rib pain. ''I’ll deal with it. ''

“Strange,” is his only other comment as he manoeuvres through the doorway to Calidi’s room. He sets Calidi back down, kisses his forehead again, and walks over to his desk where all the medical supplies are set out.