Private Practise. Marble floors and Persian carpets, rich furniture In the foyer and pretty women at the reception desk. Private rooms, French cuisine and a wine bar. A well groomed man dressed in a blue blazer, grey Slacks, an open necked azure shimmering shirt, brown Sandals and a fake tan, greeted me as a long lost friend. They had done their best, but I wasn't fooled, sensed The dread and false jollity; they can't hide the smell of Fear behind potted plants. We shook hands again, this time perfunctorily, The surgeon looked at his watch and regretted that A by pass operation wasn't covered by my insurance. Behind this discreet building a coffin was quickly loaded into a car with tinted windows; death such an untimely thing when it happens at a private hospital.Birth sign: Scorpio
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