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>The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello".
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>"Mrs. Ward, please."
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>"Speaking."
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>"Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
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>When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy
>from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one
>is your husband's. Frankly the results are either bad or terrible."
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>"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
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>"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other
>one tested positive for AIDS. We can't tell which is your husband's."
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>"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ward.
>
>"Normally, yes we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests
>one time."
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>"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
>
>"The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere
>in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, then you probably shouldn't sleep with him."
