The missing scalpel

One hot evening in Philadelphia, she could look out over the top of the town. There were chimney swifts in the sky. After a while it got dark and she was cool and fresh in the hot night. She had happiness flowing in her veins, her lips curved in a soft smile and her rosy pink cheeks blushing with the flow of fresh blood beneath her ivory skin.

Thousands of miles away, a doctor was frantically searching for his scalpel. It was missing

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