Prologue

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"Here's a man who loves me more than his own life but won't admit it, and is so sick he should be dead, but doesn't want to be cured; an Australian so nerdy she'll dump the entire internet on you at every opportunity; a Balinese dude with an extra head--yes, sir, you heard that right--an extra fucking head, which is of no use because it is asleep or whatever; a South Korean who the labs have confirmed is indeed a woman and won't quit acting like one to the fullest; and a man who has just woken up from a coma and is about to explode on me. And who is in charge, you ask? Fucking me!--a suspended medical intern, so foolhardy she'll poke you in the eye because you stared from a mile away, no matter if you are facing a murder charge. Oh, and did I mention?--an influential politician's depraved henchman always inches away from selling my ass to himself.

"How did it get to this? No seriously, how the fuck did it get to this?"

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