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55 Fiction: CURE FOR DEATH - Thursday, June 25, 2009 1:00 AM
CURE FOR DEATH
That day I rushed to the hospital straight from the office. Susan had been shot in a robbery.
‘Doctor, how is her wound?’
‘Fine. She should be able to leave by morning.’
‘Where was she shot?’
‘Where her kidney was, before she donated it to you for your kidney failure.’
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