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Chapter Forty-Two: No Confidence
"I'd rather do it in the pool," Kameron growled between his teeth. He was standing between the parallel bars with almost all of his weight supported by his upper body. His muscles were bulging, and his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. I was standing behind him with the smaller transfer chair, so that he could sit himself back down when it became too much. I felt my heart swell with respect and appreciation. He was trying so hard. He had both legs underneath him. We had put a brace on his right leg to keep it straight and stable while he worked on supporting his own weight and attempted to take a few feeble steps forward. "How does it feel?" I asked him. He tried to use his hips to force his right leg forward, but only managed to slide his foot a few inches up the track. "Not great,
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