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  • [text; Stefan]: Thank you.
  • [text; Stefan]: Could you? I think that might help a lot. I mean...if it's something /you know/ the doctors won't know that.
  • [text; Elena]: You are suggesting something now, aren't you?
  • [text; Elena]: What's in your mind?