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Confessions of a hypochondriac

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | June 20, 2004 - 12:00am

When I was a little girl, my yaya had a ready explanation for every little ailment that came to pass. If I had fever, it was because I got rained on (never mind if it was just literally two drops of water from the...

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