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Dr Exchequer, or How I stopped worrying and learned to love my wallet.

“Is the patient going to pull through, Dr Exchequer?” The nurse with the California facelift and breasts to match asked, her ridiculously short blue uniform skirt barely covering the top of her suspenders. Dr Exchequer; suave, sophisticated neuroscientist, brain surgeon, … Continue reading

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