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Topic - Ken Sheely
Inside the house on the corner, Ken Sheely rests his hands on the kitchen table. Two black bracelets wind around his left wrist. Their white words hint at the truth behind the warm handshake, the easy smile, the offer of something to drink.
"Every time he presented [symptoms], they put him back in," he says.
"The worst things we ever said to each other," Ken says through a quivering voice, "[were], 'Gosh, what a great life we have.