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BRYNN
It was impossible to believe that Roman’s parents actually made him eat dirt when he had fever. “Come on, Roman. You don’t really expect me to believe that.”
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Well, maybe not dirt. But we were given the nastiest-tasting aspirin, and that was about it.”
I snorted. “And you still turned out alright, I would guess. I mean, you lived to become an adult anyway.”
“Yeah, my parents didn’t kill me. My brothers and I made it through somehow,” he said. I rubbed his shoulder, and he moaned, “Right there. That’s the spot. You’re very good at this.”
“It’s part of my job. I took some classes on massage therapy a few years ago. I thought it would help me with my nursing career.” I dug in a little deeper. “You be sure to let me know if I hurt you
