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They Called Me Doc

Yes, I'm your huckleberry, but I do not like you because you are too much like me; having a big hole in your heart. Like me, you are mad with the world for having ever been born. But unlike me, you don't have a friend. Realistically, you are alone. I used to pull teeth as a dentist. I later became very good with a gun and assisted a friend in putting down the most vicious gang in the West. An acquaintance once said to me, "Oh, I have lots of friends". My reply to him was simply, "I don't". That's right. Some may be blessed with many friends. Nevertheless, I have only one true friend. As a friend, I stood by him until the end. As a friend, he was with me as I lay dying. 'A friend in need is a friend in deed'. 031224PS

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