I met a nephrologist. She wanted to see my kidneys. As she scanned them, her eyes danced in delight. She said they were longitudinal. Is that the nephro term for beautiful, I asked. She giggled in flirtatious mirth. She scanned them more, her hands deftly working the probe up and down. She didn't want to let go. They are perfect, she said. And my renal vessels constricted in lusty fervour. I think my kidneys are in love. With my nephrologist.
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