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Jerome Meyer was 37, and greying at the temples, but he was curled up like a fetus, with his knees locked against his chest, his arms curled around his knees. He had to be spoon-fed and diapered by his mother, who wheeled him around in a barrow that served as an oversize perambulator. Unlike the normal baby of which he was a gross and ghastly caricature, Meyer could not even crawl. He was like that for 22 yearsuntil late last year, when he was wheeled into Minneapolis' Kenny Rehabilitation Institute.† Jerome Meyer's story might have been...
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