Today was D-day in Biology. Disection-day. When we were deciding who would be the surgeon, I politely asked my lab partners, "Does anyone want to disect?" "No," they replied. "I love to disect things," I said. And then I coughed because I realized how strange that must have sounded. "Well, not love," I glanced away. "Ah," one of the girls replied
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