And you could have it all, my empire of dirt

[venta]

I went to the hospital yesterday. My previous appointments at that hospital have been on Fridays, when there must be some sort of paediatric clinic as it's always been overrun with small children. Yesterday there was nary a child in sight; instead I think it was knee injury night and the waiting room was full of people with extravagant limps.

While I was waiting for my turn, both Mr Pain and Mr Hurt were called (separately) into consulting rooms. Also Mr Beard, but he doesn't seem to fit the narrative.

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[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Oh of course it is! Things that have four letters: hurt, nine, inch, cash!