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Jenny Stiles Ailments In Digital Age

It’s a chilly September morning at Tivoli Village, and Jenny Stiles sits cozily behind oversized black sunglasses that match her lacquered nails. A red pixie cut frames her pale cheeks, and an ear-to-ear smile pops from a swipe of coral lipstick. She fits in perfectly on the Italian café’s bustling patio and greets me with a warm hug. That same smile flashes again as she pauses from conversation to sip her half-full lemonade (she would never call it half-empty), nothing about her letting on that one day earlier she was hooked up to a machine that filters her blood, doing the job her failing kidney cannot.

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