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    It wasn't so long ago when it all happened. Oswald Kremlin, a plastic surgeon for models, loved his work greatly. He made a handsome living, he married a beautiful woman named Sheila, and was renown through out the world of fame. However even with all this, he felt empty, as though something is missing. A late afternoon pasted by and business was slow, Oswald was bored and was considering what he was doing with himself. Though he was a plastic surgeon, he had studied a wide field of medical arts, though plastic surgery was the only field he was accepted in. The front desks' bell rang, a customer had came in, a usual named Cyndy Faustus lo

    It wasn't so long ago when it all happened. Oswald Kremlin, a plastic surgeon for models, loved his work greatly. He made a handsome living, he married a beautiful woman named Sheila, and was renown through out the world of fame. However even with all this, he felt empty, as though something is missing. A late afternoon pasted by and business was slow, Oswald was bored and was considering what he was doing with himself. Though he was a plastic surgeon, he had studied a wide field of medical arts, though plastic surgery was the only field he was accepted in. The front desks' bell rang, a customer had came in, a usual named Cyndy Faustus lo