Небо
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I walked to the hospital I needed to go to. Turns out they don't work on Saturdays, even though one website said they do. But at least I got some exercise and found out their actual opening hours. Now I'm sitting in the park. About ten minutes ago, an old lady walked by and started complaining about my tattoos. She asked what they were, what they were for, and said they were bad for my health, that they were absorbing into my blood and ruining me. I ignored her, and when she left, I laughed.