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Dead Man Walking

“All right, Rivera, just make a clean incision along the left cheekbone…that’s nice,” murmured the doctor to his assistant.

The scalpel slowly made its way across the smooth face of the cadaver…and veered off course when the dead man jerked up fiercely, crying out in agony.

“Holy—! What the mierda is going on?!?” he shrieked, looking down at his unclothed body, then at the stunned doctors.

The doctor’s assistant fainted.

“Ah, eh…” the doctor stammered, on the verge of tears.

“Where am I, for Pete’s sake?” Carlos Camejo hollered, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Eh…its your…your post mortem. You died in a car accident…”

“A car accident, eh? Well, doc, I feel very much alive!”

“Yes…erm…”

“If this is how the new docs are here, I’m moving to America!”

“Look, uh, we’re really sorry, but you need—”

“Oh great, the doc who just cut open a living man tells me what I need. Uh-huh. Adios.

The assistant came to to see the dead man walking down the hall.

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