“You lost the finger in an industrial accident, Mr. Lazar?”
It took Ernie a second to comprehend what his new physician was saying.
Then he looked at his left hand, and up at the doctor, who was around the same age he was the day his finger got stamped off and continued down the conveyor with the bus bumper.
“I didn’t lose it, doc. I donated it to my brain…
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