The three most celebrated doctors on the island Majorca had been to see me. One sniffed at what I coughed up, the second tapped where I coughed from, and the third sounded me and listened as I coughed. The first said I was dead, the second that I was dying, and the third that I'm going to die.
I was not ill in the least upon arriving here, despite the unheard of nature of said arrival. I honestly felt healthier then I had in going on ten years.
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March 31 2008, 03:51:35 UTC 4 years ago
...And I thought I asked you not to call me "sir".
March 31 2008, 04:01:27 UTC 4 years ago
It is getting worse.
March 31 2008, 04:06:37 UTC 4 years ago
Oh... Shit... Then it probably is for the best that you get checked out properly.
March 31 2008, 04:12:10 UTC 4 years ago
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March 31 2008, 04:20:03 UTC 4 years ago
Idiots, the lot of them
March 31 2008, 04:22:13 UTC 4 years ago
Shit.
March 31 2008, 04:25:52 UTC 4 years ago
I suppose you can understand why I am worried.
March 31 2008, 04:28:12 UTC 4 years ago
... You.. need any help or anything?
March 31 2008, 04:38:39 UTC 4 years ago
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March 31 2008, 09:42:30 UTC 4 years ago
That bad, huh? I can't offer much, but Old Lace could probably manage a ride, if you want. As long as you're below two hundred pounds.
March 31 2008, 10:15:39 UTC 4 years ago Edited: March 31 2008, 10:17:37 UTC
What's the matter, Mr Chopin? Have you fallen ill?