Me: “Troy, I have to get a pokey tomorrow.”
Troy:
“Oh no! Why?!”
Me:
“The same reason that you need to get one, so they can take my blood.”
Troy:
“Why do they need your blood?”
Me:
“So, they can see if it’s clean or dirty. And then tell me how much longer I
have to live.”
Troy:
“What do you have to live for?”
Me:
“That’s a fair question, and I’m not sure I have a great answer.”
Troy:
“No, why do you need to live a long time?”
Me:
“I guess I don’t. Are you trying to get rid of me?”
Troy:
“Um…”
Me: “Gee, thanks a lot.”

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