roses. | thirty-seven

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it wasn't true. it couldn't be true.

my lungs were ailing, that much is authentic, but all is fixable with surgery! all i acquire is merely the operation, and everything would be back to natural. 

the doctor is deceiving me! speaking falsities, he was. or, maybe my intellect just wants everything to go bad.

"hey, hey sir! thirteen roses, please." 

this isn't happening. 

mr. rose will not be my demise. mr. rose will not be anything to me. he is a client who asks for roses.

"here you go." 

he grinned. "you seem a little distraught today. everything alright?" 

"ah, yes. just another disappointing doctor visit."

"well, i hope it gets better. sometimes, the doctors are wrong too, yeah?" 

he pushed the twenty to me before departing. "have a nice day."

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