Inside the sterile donor centre, I queasily thumb through a copy of "The Northern Miner", as a half quart of blood oozes from a vein.
I try to do my part, whenever I’m able. There’s a sense of obligation, when Jacob is below.

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Inside the sterile donor centre, I queasily thumb through a copy of "The Northern Miner", as a half quart of blood oozes from a vein.
I try to do my part, whenever I’m able. There’s a sense of obligation, when Jacob is below.