You're there to get wings; ever since you were a small child you had dreamed of flying through the skies with nothing but a pair of wings to keep you up. Going higher and higher through the skies, cutting through the clouds and staring down at the ground below.
Now at long last you could make your childhood dream come true but there was a problem. The clinic offered more than one typ of choice for wings, there were bat wings, insect wings, and a very large selection of bird wings to choose from. You knew you needed to pick wisely, these wings were probably going to stay with you for the rest of your life.
"Mr. Anderson?"
You look up from your pamphlet of available wings and stared at the curvacious receptionist.
"The doctor will see you now, have you made your decision?"
"Yes..." You stand up, folding the pamphlet away. "I've decided that I should get..."
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