Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Four "Hi, Doc." "Mr. Ozz. What can I do for you?" "I may need some kidneys. What do you have in storage?" "I don't keep any. I send all the organs out." "Hmmm. May have to change that. Put some on ice in case of emergency." He laughed because he knew he could get body parts whenever he wanted them. "They won't be any good if I do that." "They just have to look like the original. I don't care if they work or not. Anyway, I'm getting away from the reason I'm calling you. I need more of that special cocktail of medications—naproxen, lisinopril, and duloxetine— that causes heart attacks. Along with my few additions, that is." "I don't think I have any in stock." "You had better hope you do, Doc, because I want it ready today. Send it over to Rest-In-Peace Funeral Home a
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