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One morning I woke up and I looked at my shin. It was fleshy! This frightened me and I ran upstairs to tell me mom. I said "mom look at this!" but all she said to me was "it's falling off." so I had to get to the hospital myself I guess. I ran outside and caught a bus, but the bus hit a baby so we had to stop. I got off the bus and ran the rest of the way to the hospital. When I showed the doctor, he looked goopy, and looked closer. He suddenly crushed and knocked over all the children. "What is it doctor?" He shuddered and whispered, "tell me some other time. In other words, you have a kid." I stopped breathing. He couldn't have possibly said something worse. That night, I poured diarrhea all over myself and never woke up.