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The Hospital

I found myself strapped to a gurney.

Why am I here?

He spurned my question, waved it away.

We have taken samples.

Samples of what?

Everything you’ve got.

Did you find anything?

Nothing springs to mind.

Except, except

Your blood type we cannot find.

What? What?

This is serious,

Its mixed with something mysterious.

We have never seen the like before.

I think you are a hybrid.

Maybe that’s why you can’t score.

This is not about sex.

I state it plain and simple kid:

You are alien

We tolerate you

Mike down!

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