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KAMERON “Focus, and push,” Annie was standing at the end of the table, my foot in her hand. “Come on Kam, you can do it.” I grit my teeth together and focused all my intent and energy on trying to move her hand. I’d been able to do it on my left side, where I still had some sensation in my foot. But now, on the right side, I felt nothing. I could not feel the pressure of her hand against the ball of my foot. And I couldn't get the muscles to contract, or even so much as twitch. I growled in frustration. “Its okay,” she made a note on the clipboard. “I have a suggestion Mr. Greene.” “Kam.” I corrected her. I wondered if she really didn’t know that I was Kameron St. Pierre. Was she really that out of touch with current events? Whatever the case, I preferred she used my first na