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The doctor slowly tore the top sheet off his clipboard, crumpled it, and dropped it in the trash. He pulled up a chair beside the piano.

Aris opened his mouth to defend the index— it’s objective, it’s standard, it predicts outcomes —but he closed it. Because Hiro was struggling to his feet again. Not with technique. With will. barthel indeks

“No,” Aris admitted. “But it’s the only score that matters tonight.” The doctor slowly tore the top sheet off

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