"Ugh. It's pill time," Mrs. A groaned as I pulled up to her door with the medication cart.
"Yes, it's pill time," I said. "Ya know, you're supposed to do a cheer when you see me coming." I proceeded to demonstrate a very small cheer, bouncing on my toes and waving my arms.
"I can't do that. Once I started shaking, I might never stop."
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