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Page 8. New Patient

I treated a smith's back with gray leeches today. He promised to return because our prices for leeching are so low.

The patient had also been hung thrice, for which his throat had collapsed and stolen half of his voice. He allowed me to study his neck: No abnormalities aside for the collapsed structure. I fear no peppermint oils in this world can save his hoarse voice.

Before he left he said I was too young to be so joyless and asked me to cheer up. I asked him to pick up my passed out father from the porch and drop him into the nearest lake. He said he'd rather not kill people.

What a shame.

He left and I dragged father inside. I swear he has gotten more fat.. Maybe it's a sign he will die soon.

...I fear my thoughts are too hopeful again.