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––When the results started to arrive, I felttense. A door was about to open into a mail-room filled with incommunicable antibodiesstrung from a bare wire. I read them quickly,not wanting to let my eyes linger on anythingalarming. When I came across a chemicalthat measured among the top percentiles, Ipanicked. I felt sick. Cortisol dripped. Deathcomes like a letter that folds its recipients.