The Obverse
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Bloody. That is how Leighton Brook describes her job. Perfoming the job as a surgeon is a lot of bloody surgeries and requires bloody patience to do her job successfully. While enjoying the month suspension from her work, she takes the delight of spending her vacation in her family's hometown.
Unexpectedly, while jogging near a lake, she noticed a man lying on the ground. His eyes were closed, breathing heavily and bits of his pants were burned.
"Mister? Mister?! Are you all right?"
"I was taking a.. swim.. yeah swim. The.. it..went black. Am I in hell? I feel burning, beautiful." He winked at her.
Leighton inspected the man and he smelled like beer.
"Mister, liar...liar, pants on fire."
3/28/19
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