“Don’t insult him. He’s a professional athlete. He’s mastered something, and here you are, pretending spares are something special.” West just laughs. He’s impossible to piss off. “Man, you’re even more miserable than usual. Were all your good moods in the kidney that you gave away? Are you stuck with the bitchy kidney?” “My kidneys are both exceptional. The doctors told me as much,” I mumble defensively. “No, seriously. Who pissed in your cereal and why is it Clyde?” I bristle at him assuming Clyde is the one who’s under my skin. “Clyde doesn’t bother me. Mostly.” He’s been at the hospital
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