Oh man, what the ******** man named Jeffrey stared into the sink at the pearls of red.
A moment went by before he shrugged inwardly and washed it down the drain.
Maybe I should go see a doctor.
He dressed, ate his morning food, and left for work.
Do you suppose it's serious Jeffrey?
Maybe you can get away with ignoring it.
Lunchtime now and the man named Jeffrey took a break from vaccuming asbestos out of the wal-Mart ceiling.
He was pissing into a urinal, his head tilted back and his eyes closed.
In his opinion these things are taken for advantage.
He opens his eyes and looks down.
The urinal is streaked red.
What?
The man named Jeffrey blinks and sighs.
He flushes and washes his hands.
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