Jack was always waiting. Whats funny is he hated waiting. He had had enough. Jack stood up took off that silly gown put his clothes back on and left. He decided to start his life over regardless of the results. He was finally ready to quit smoking, to quit partying, to just settle down. Jack had always been a fighter and he sure as hell was going to fight this, whatever that took. Good fortune saved his life; he missed the doctor and his bad news by two minutes, news that would have surely thrown Jack into a world of pain. The message that his girlfriend left before she left for good still haunted him. We have aids, goodbye.
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