I sat there for a time, cold with horror. Slowly, I began to turn over
more pages. I came to a disease which was worse than the last one. I
began to read about it and, as I expected, I had that disease too. Then
I began to get really interested in myself, so I went back to the
beginning of the book. I started with the letter 'a' and I read from 'a'
to 'z'. I found that there was only one disease which I did not have.
This made me a little unhappy. Why didn't I have that disease too?
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