Friday, April 3, 2020

12,699. JUNKER

JUNKER
The doctor held his pencil and
he poked it in my eye. 'What'd
you do that for, you jerk,' I
cried. He said it was to test
my reactions, which he found 
were good. I never felt I was 
all I was cracked up to be after 
that; and I was suspicious 
of doctors too.

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