OK, so Nurse Myra and I are walking along a back street near the hospital and we go past a window that looks in on shelves and shelves stacked haphazardly with hundreds of manila folders full of papers.

“I wish I could get my hands on those!” says Nurse Myra.

“Why?” I ask, wondering what evil plan she is concocting now.

“So I can tidy them up, of course”.

“Of course” I say.

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*For ‘Obvious’