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| "We're here collecting donations for Doogie Howser, MD Memorial Hospital," they explained as they broke down my apartment door. | |
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| At first I thought it was a couple of college guys playing a practical joke, so I played along. | |
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| "Christ guys," I said, "Who has any money these days? Certainly not me." | |
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| That's when the second one replied, "Oh, we're not here for money," and started massaging my kidneys. | |
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| Yet I was nonplussed because those rough, calloused hands on my kidneys reminded me of the summer I spent house-sitting | |
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| for Floyd Ramis, the lesser-known but still rich and powerful brother of Harold Ramis. | |
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