The man in the hospital bed next to me has barely survived a serious internal bleeding. He receives a visit from a man who looks very much like him. The one standing lying down, they shake their hand for a moment. “I had almost lost my brother,” says the visitor. My neighbor cries silently, his brother looks snotty out the window, then he turns around: “What I wanted to ask, do you actually smear your car yourself?”
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