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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dad? Can you hear me?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The voice that spoke those quiet words was instantly familiar: it belonged&lt;br /&gt;
to my younger daughter. Which meant, presumably at least, that the slim hand&lt;br /&gt;
which held a damp cloth to my forehead was hers as well. Slowly I managed to&lt;br /&gt;
pry my eyes open--and found myself looking directly up into another pair, as&lt;br /&gt;
large and brown as my own. I might have been gazing into a mirror--except that &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
eyes were framed by a slightly round face covered with soft beige fur. A face&lt;br /&gt;
that wore an expression which was at once concerned and exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I smiled--or tried to, anyway. &amp;quot;Hello, sweetie,&amp;quot; I said. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:42:32 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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