I.
A huge tease is what I call the old pork bone soup. For hours it smells divine as it's being boiled on the stove. But when you really get down to business -- two, three minutes of business, that is -- it gets complicated, and you end up getting not so much meat there after all from between the cracks.
II.
What does one have to go through before one groans like a baby and curses "what the fucking fuck" constantly in their sleep, and what really decides each man's own obsessions?
Doctors have no empathy because they need a coping mechanism.
A huge tease is what I call the old pork bone soup. For hours it smells divine as it's being boiled on the stove. But when you really get down to business -- two, three minutes of business, that is -- it gets complicated, and you end up getting not so much meat there after all from between the cracks.
II.
What does one have to go through before one groans like a baby and curses "what the fucking fuck" constantly in their sleep, and what really decides each man's own obsessions?
Doctors have no empathy because they need a coping mechanism.
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