“This is the kind of thing we mean,” observed his doctor, “when we talk about the consequences of not taking care of yourself.”
“Sure,” Junky said, staring at the X-ray.
“We’ll have to start you on an aggressive course of treatment immediately.”
“Sure, thanks Doc.”
Back at the junkyard, he sat in the office trailer staring at the phone, trying to figure out how to tell Consuela. He would have to ask Javier to knock off the car crusher, or she wouldn’t be able to hear him over the noise; it’s not as if they won’t just rust away anyhow.
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Title by: Billyziege
Story by: David
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