Stone: Achy, breaky heart

Let me play the fool. With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come. And let my liver heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Act 1, Scene 1). When I arrived at my cardiologist’s office, my usual doctor wasn’t there.So, I saw a Dr. Moyo, who was sitting in his office ...

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