Before he went to the clinic, Blind Man cleaned underneath his fingernails with a toothpick. Healthy and rotten hearts and lungs hung on the wall. In simple terms the doctor described the state of his dwindling vision, then cleaned up and band-aided the prick on the tip of Blind Man's index finger. The doctor gave him pamphlets and phone numbers, and pointed out the power of his other senses. Blind Man bumped into the scale on his way out of the examination room.
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