Writer's Block Makes Another Story Short

I looked up at my boyfriend, then at the idiot of a doctor.

“I got the bullet out. They got burned because of some idiot, not my boyfriend, but some other guy,” I joked, “who is dead now.”

“Ah.” Nosy son of a biscut. So I lay back, bored, and end up falling asleep.

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