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Cell murder

Today, I got an automated phone call (two separate ones, actually: one in English and one in Spanish) from my insurance company, reminding me to set up an annual exam.

After representing the exam to me in the most glowing of terms, the message said this (with my favorite part in bold):

"This test finds hidden problems, so there is a better chance to kill them."

I didn't know my insurance company was so...aggressive.

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