Fiction | June 01, 2009

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I tried to open my eyes on the operating table. I tried to see what I could see. I saw blood, cracked bones, bloody gloves, something with machinery, oxygen, lightning from the heavens and Frankenstein crying, “It’s alive! It’s alive!”

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