Eeksy-Peeksy

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Thursday, April 01, 2004

Esthesia

I can barely move my mouth, but I manage, I think, to tell the doctors not to kill me. They laugh and pull off my clothes and roll me under the lights.

Somehow I'm alone in my room again and a lovely doctor comes by to say I have a beautiful bellybutton now.

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