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The BatJay Medical Chronicles
Monday, February 27, 2006
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Blood Pressure: 117 over 73
Pulse Rate: 87 pulses per minute
Weight: 195 lbs.
Blood Sugar: 106
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