“Wake up. There’s another customer waiting, and we only have the one table.”
I rolled as I winced and took a couple of unsteady steps toward the door where a short woman with a long skirt that looked like it was made of bark was waiting.
“First removal?” She asked with a laughing smile. Her short, blonde curls bounced as she spoke. “I’m a repeat customer. There’s plenty of people out there trying to brand us for something or another, aren’t there?”
I nodded solemnly and winced again.
“It’s going to take some time to heal.” The tiny man on the table called out. “And you want to make sure nobody sees your arm until it’s completely healed.”
“Otherwise you’re a dead giveaway, and dead for it.” The blonde woman sat down on the edge of the table.
The tiny woman cleared her throat. “The riskiest part is…
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