Spitball Army

Two caller I.D. messages on my phone tonight: one from “Obama,” one from “Unknown.” Why doesn’t the third-party candidate call me?

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I think I’m going to St. Auborns, New York. I don’t know how to spell [is] but that it close.

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I talked to another doctor this afternoon. He told me that I would end up either in New York or Washington, D.C. According to him, those are the only 2 hospitals I can go to for treatment of my nerve injury.

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Think nothing of it if there are any blotches on the letter. I’ve been lucky so far; but the way the sweat is dripping off my forehead, I don’t think my luck will last.

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