I don't like the idea of not having St. Vincent's nearby. I recall with great fondness the two occasions I walked there, each time with blood gushing from my right hand, just nonchalantly letting it swing by my side, leaving a trail red ooze behind me, and the stares of people approaching me as they realized a freshly wounded person seemingly without a care in the world was coming their way.
The walk to Beth Israel just won't be the same.
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