shaking his
head sadly.
ah oh, i blurt out, what
what is it.
give it to me straight doc,
how long do i
have to live.
cancer, tumor, my heart,
what is it?
come on, tell me, i can
take it.
lupus?
what? he says scratching
his head.
did you say something?
then mutters,
can you believe it,
my tee time was cancelled
on account of rain.
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