Chapter Nineteen

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It's cold in the operating room. And there's a lot of silver. The cold, hard operating table they put me on is silver, the tray with all their little tools is silver, even all the little tools on the silver tray and silver! "We have to put you to sleep, so we can do the surgery. We'll see you in a few hours, but it'll just feel like minutes to you." I nod, nervously, and he injects the needle into my arm. Everything goes black as I fall asleep. 

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