After returning home, I completely lost my appetite. My thoughts were a chaotic loop replaying the raw, primal image of the man in the cornfield.I lay in bed with one shoulder bared. A fine sheen of sweat formed on my forehead as I pressed my legs together.Though I was nearly 40 years old, I kept my body perfectly in shape, full and curved in all the right places. Looking down at my full chest, I couldn't help but arch my back.Summer had arrived, and for some reason, my strange sickness grew worse than ever.I had heard rumors of a new doctor, Rodrick Walker, in the village. So, after biting my lips and thinking about it, I finally made up my mind to seek treatment. I wouldn't be able to lead a normal life if this sickness continued to escalate.Early the next morning, I got dressed and headed to the clinic.When I arrived, I was surprised to find that Rodrick was a tall, young, and well-built man. He approached me with a polite smile and asked, "What seems to be the problem?"
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