It was lunch-time on Friday at Friends for Life. (Or maybe it was Thursday. I�m not exactly sure because the days kind of blur together in a rush of activity and fun and exhaustion. But I�m pretty sure it was Friday, our second official day of FFL sessions.) As I checked my blood sugar and dosed for my food, one of the hotel�s dining room attendants struck up a conversation. It was obvious
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