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Freaked out...
... from a bad dream...
I went to dinner at a private club with my wife. The wait staff gave me a matchbox sized note from my doctor explaining that I had colon cancer but they weren't telling me. I agonized over it with my wife, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Finally the doctor arrived, but she was dressed for the gala event that was about to start at the club. She only had 5 minutes to talk to me, but other guests arriving for the event kept interrupting. I was in shock and scared and angered. Soon I ran off uphill into the river stones in the road, but I didn't have my shoes and glasses and I was fearful that someone would begin to chase me.
And I woke up all sweaty, which is really gross...
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"It's a long story," says I, and let him up.
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