Story Time
PART II
After she left the doctor, Shamoo wandered about New York City. She went from the Lower East Side, where her doctor was, to Central Park, and then passed out from exhaustion.
When she awoke, none other than the vendor from a week before was holding her in his arms and carressing her near-existent hair. A crowd was gathering to stare at the fat lady and point fingers and Shamoo began to laugh.
"They love me!" she cried. "My fans! They love me!"
"Yes, yes, they love you, you crazy broad," hushed the vendor. "But tell me, my love, what is your name?"
"My name," she whispered slowly, "is Katherine Hepburn." And she fainted, once again.
"Check the statistical pronts, vito!" said a voice that Shamoo could not identify.
Another one joined in. "But doctor, that makes no sense!"
"You said what I heard! I'm House doctor, medical drama! I don't mistakenly make!" Shouted the voice that could now be identified as House doctor, medical drama.
"No, I mean your English. It makes no sense, I have no idea what to do," rhetorted the second voice.
"English tell me about what you don't, foreigner!"
"I'm not a foreigner! I was born in the US! I'm African-American, you racist! I quit!"
"That, well, darn just no now idea run this place how."
Shamoo opened her eyes, and tried to speak. All she could manage was, "Shu...p... ra...is...pric.." and she fell over, flattening her hospital bed.
Serious Story Time
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