Cheez, I hate to think of you almost dying. I have this big dramatic picture in my head of you walking somewhere and dramatically collapsing. Someone will see you and call 911 and stick you in an ambulance. Mebbe the paramedics will use those shocker thingers on you and they'll shout "clear!" even though I don't really know what that means. Then, they'll rush you into the ER on one of those rolling table things and it will be crowded and noisy and you'll be passed out, right? They'll get you stable somehow and you'll be connected to one of those machines that goes blip according to your pulse. Then, hours later, you'll wake up and everyone will be hovering around you crying.
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