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Please call a doctor. I'm losing blood. There isn't much time. I'm at home. Please call a doctor right away. I mean it. Hang up the phone, then dial the number. It's on the fridge. Above that one. Right. You've got it? Good. Now, do it. I'm at work. Please call home, as there seems to be some kind of emergency there. I can't, just at this moment, as I'm about to go into a meeting. I'm sorry about that. Just call me later at work. I'm in a meeting, call me later at work, I already told you that. I'm afraid that even if it's an emergency there's very little I can do about it from here. I'll be stuck here all day so you know where to reach me. Did you call home yet? Meeting is cancelled. Well, how could I have known that then? Did you - you didn't get through. Right. Did you try the mobile? I couldn't get through either. You what? Okay, I'll wait. I am late. I will be there at 2pm. I have to go to the hospital. Yes, the doctor's here. Yes, and the ambulance. Fine. Yes. hang on a second. See you in fifteen minutes. Traffic is slow. Yes, she's fine. Do you want to speak to her? See you at the hospital. I'm fine. Sorry I can't help you on this. I really want to be there right now. I will be arriving at midnight. My star sign is Aries.

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Anonymous said…
Great blog David, although I'm a little scared of Clint Bo Dean. I swear that guy has a profile on RSVP. He's been 'kissing' me. Tells me 'he really wants to get to know me'. Look, I want to 'get to know me' too but it costs. I pay my therapist 90 bucks an hour for the honour.Tell him to talk to my therapist.
7/14/2006 12:20:00 pm
David Prater said…
Stella, there's nothing to be scared of, really. I mean, just look at my photo. Thanks for thinking of me. It's a rarity.

xClint
7/18/2006 01:56:00 pm
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