Diane Jewel"Slow down!" Dixie giggled as I helped her into her bed. Her room was one that belonged to a germophobic. White walls, white sheets, white desk, white chair and sanitizers. She even only used white soaps that matched with the white sink. I picked up two more pillows, plumped them and neatly placed them on top of each other. "I feel horrible to eat dinner in bed," she whined, propping her bandaged leg on the pillows. "I h
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