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AS a child, when I was sick, I waged a constant battle with bitter medicine. My mother would coax and cajole, but I resisted with all the stubborn strength a little boy could muster.
At last, after much struggle, the dreaded potion went down, followed by a sweet stream of honeyed water. Occasionally, there was a toy after much haggling.
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