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Combustible #13

Rick flinched as the doctor tweezed a sliver of marble from his eye. "Stay still if you want to keep that eye," the scruffy sleep-deprived doctor mumbled. Without a trace of mercy, he pried open Rick's eye and plucked out the tiny splinters. If the doctor was impressed by Rick's herculean efforts at not blinking,… Continue reading Combustible #13