Fun Stuff from the Freak
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Part 3...
The year was two thousand and the season was spring. I used to love to see the trees move with the wind during my walks to the clinic. The weather was perfect. I didn't have a car but the clinic was close to my apartment.
It was a very nice neighborhood. Bio lived in the same apartment complex and I would often stop by when ever I'd hear him play his guitar. All was good except for the darn wart from hell.
In a month some progress was beginning to show. The wart was slowly decaying. But it was a little too slow for our Ms. Foot Specialist.
She said that if it didn't show much progress in two more weeks then there would be no option but to chop it off like a butcher. Those were not the exact words that she used but that is what it sounded like to me. I began thinking of how I would walk back if I had a hole the size of a quarter on the sole of my foot...
end of part 3.