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Thursday, September 14, 2017
Hypochondriac's Home Companion, March, 1945
Where does one vacation when you only have 48 hours to live?
Ah, so this is where hypochondriacs turned before the internet. Now if you'll excuse me, I found a new freckle on my arm so I'm just going to write my will...
Ah, so this is where hypochondriacs turned before the internet.
ReplyDeleteNow if you'll excuse me, I found a new freckle on my arm so I'm just going to write my will...