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Reese plops down on the chair next to Harold's, his face flushed an unhealthy red. His hand trembles as he deposits a small cardboard box from which he first removes a small cotton swab.
"I tried doing it myself," he tells the alarmed Finch. "But my hands aren't steady. And I tried the clinic, I swear I did but the idea of a stranger putting something inside me...I ran. Harold, you're the only person I can stand the thought of penetrating me."