I am at the bar, which, in my head, is where the cool cancer patients hang out, exchanging bon mots and debating the merits of xylophonics as a music genre.
The name of the bar is, in my head, "Club Big C." It has IV stripper poles. In my head, I'm holding court at the Big C like I'm Hemingway or Wilde. Or Pothast.
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