I need a bad operation. Something with old scissors, a roughed-up hammer, or a flame.
I need a bad operation. Something with clumsy stabbing, uncompromising jamming, and fraying, second-hand gauze pads.
I need a bad operation. Something performed by an english-as-a-second-language, degree-via-internet, runs-their-own-pharmacy, unsavory sort of fellow.
11.13.2007
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