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Death
The doctor said, "I'm sorry,
but she expired. We did
all we could."
"Expired?" I screamed. "A
parking meter expired, your
credit card expired, people
do not fucking expire."
"She passed away,
then," he replied.
"Passed away? People pass
gas, pass other cars on
the highway, pass on another
card in blackjack. People
do not pass away."
"She's gone," he said.
"Where did she go?" I asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
"What you are trying
to say is she's dead,
deader than a fucking mackerel.
What is wrong with you
medicine practitioners?"
"You can't speak straight,
can't write for shit, and
sure ain't God. You can't
even look death in the eye."
"Fuck death!"
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