At my work in the children’s hospital I see three blind people walking towards the child psychiatry department. I ask where they should be. They are looking for a meeting about kidney transplantation. I say I will bring them.
Along the way, a hostess comes along and shouts that they have gone wrong. They should have gone to the right out of the elevator. There was a sign…
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