They were two months away from repossessing his cloned kidneys, and two weeks later his lease on his pineal gland would expire. He was eighty-seven. No way he'd keep his job with his natural one.
And he really needed that job.
He had to make the monthly payments for the mortgage on his brain.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
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Dude. American health care *sucks*.
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