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Marsha, how are you doing?” I said as I made the rounds. “Not good,” she replied. “You know I had a stroke, right?” I nodded somberly. “I did.” “I need to get better,” she said, slightly slurring her speech. “Well, you look fantastic!” I said cheerfully. Pity is overrated. It’s funny, when I used