A man delivering luches arrived here a few minutes ago. He pointed to a pile of bills and coins on the desk and asked "Is that for me?"
"I think so," I said, "You're from -- uhmmm, uhmm" as Tip of the Tongue Disease caught me again.
"The hospital," he supplied, helpfully. "At least, that's what my mother told me."
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