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My wife is good at that sort of stuff, does just the right thing, right now, while the other Hell's Angels are puking from the sight of it. I asked her about it one time when she was telling me about some kid burned up they brought in from a house fire.
"I am good at it and someone has to do it."
Only time I can remember her getting rattled was when they brought in a woman who was the spitting image of her grandmother bleeding out of her ears and nose that some meth head killed with his van. Granny #2 in two pieces in another ambulance, transected at the waist.
I don't ever want to see something like that.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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