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My sister caught polio. at a summer camp. She was in a hospital almost in the Bronx. I had our bedroom all to myself. I read my sister’s diary, Only because she had read mine. By September I felt scared, imagining her in an iron lung, like in the movies. My class drew pictures for her. I became popular. She came home before Thanksgiving. You’d never know she had polio, not even a limp I could show off to my friends.
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