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I looked at the little human between my arms,

  • I looked at the little human between my arms, it was my job to give them a name and yet i didn't know . it started crying, I think because I hadn't given it a name,the nurse told

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  • me to take "that thing" home. She didn't seem to be the most friendly nurse in this hospital. "I hate kids" she growled as she lit another cigarette. I asked her if she is allowed

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  • to smoke in here, but she just stared at out the window, and then at the monitor, and then out the window. "Kids should smoke," she went on. "Then maybe we'd have less of them." I

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  • think that's a great idea honestly. A great solution for overpopulation. Plus kids are always doing horrible stuff better prevent potential bad deeds.

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  • I took the solution to the mayor's office, but she wasn't in. A custodian saw me with a confused look on my face. He said he knew a scientist who could help.

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  • After that, everything is a blur. I'm not sure how, but the custodian introduced me to a scientist named Bong. I was reluctant to give the solution to just anyone, but Dr. Bong was

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  • strangely intoxicating. His intelligence, wit and air of respectability gave me confidence that Dr. Bong was the right person. The solution would be passed to him and him alone.

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  • But no sooner was the solution given to Dr. Bong than he seemed to drop off the face of the earth. A decade later I found a photo of him under an assumed name. He had become rich

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  • twice over since last I had seen him. Dr. Bong was not rich anymore. His new name was Mitch Parsell. He was the technician at the Jiffy Lube on Calton. I was about to confront him

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  • with what I knew, but he looked so damned happy standing there in his oil-stained blue coveralls & cap. Plus he gave me a coupon. I realized then: a simple life is a good life.

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