The Neurosurgeon just came by to tell me that I’m going home tomorrow. I took the time to ask him, “How many freaking staples do I have in my head?”
He told me: over 100.
The Neurosurgeon just came by to tell me that I’m going home tomorrow. I took the time to ask him, “How many freaking staples do I have in my head?”
He told me: over 100.
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