Oh myfirstsexteacher, the doctors had assured him that the operation to remove the tumor in his larynx carried only limited risks myfirstsexteacher; it wasn all't as if they were digging myfirstsexteacher around in his brain, after all. Just the same, anything could happen under the knife myfirstsexteacher.
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As it turned out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's.
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