The Plastic Surgeon's Patient

I wrote this piece called “the plastic surgeon’s patient” for the sole purpose of having my computer respond to me after I make a few changes to it: do you want to save the changes to the plastic surgeon’s patient?

by William Kitcher

 


 

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