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The Saturday morning clinic shift gave Wilson a reason to get up early, which he appreciated. He started his day with a short jog, just down to the beach and back, then showered and dressed for the day. He'd been hoarding normal looking clothes since the incident with the parachute pants, but he still thought that an offering to the clothes box might be a good idea. Perhaps he should organize something where people could get together, light a fire, chant, and throw coconuts until one of them hit somebody in the head, causing a concussion.
At least that would guarantee a patient, he thought cynically.
He had a plate full of sliced mango with lime and a cup of hot coffee. He ate slowly, chewing each mouthful, then he flossed. Because it didn't matter how his hair looked if all his teeth fell out.
He'd picked up a few books on his way in, and now he took a second to check the titles.
"Beauty Secrets from the Kitchen," he said aloud. Well, that was no help at all. Except maybe more people would visit the clinic if they turned it into a day spa.
Just then, another thought hit him. Flaming coconuts. That would do the trick.
Clearly, Wilson was losing his mind.
At least that would guarantee a patient, he thought cynically.
He had a plate full of sliced mango with lime and a cup of hot coffee. He ate slowly, chewing each mouthful, then he flossed. Because it didn't matter how his hair looked if all his teeth fell out.
He'd picked up a few books on his way in, and now he took a second to check the titles.
"Beauty Secrets from the Kitchen," he said aloud. Well, that was no help at all. Except maybe more people would visit the clinic if they turned it into a day spa.
Just then, another thought hit him. Flaming coconuts. That would do the trick.
Clearly, Wilson was losing his mind.