I went t' the hospital ya know?
Look at the bruises I got. One covered up, so t' keep it from bleedin'.
I went t' the hospital. I wuz sick, come home Friday, had sum good food. I haven't seen Anna this mornin'. It's good t' be outta that hospital too. You talk about a sick dog man. Whooo!
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