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His wife is shocked when he coughs up blood all over her and the car. In an examination, Jack has a sample of a growth removed from his throat. The biopsy comes back positive for cancer. His time spent with another cold, impersonal surgeon in this examination is the beginning of his transformation. Her jacket comes off, her collar gets unbuttoned, her shoes come off, her shirt gets tied up to bare her midriff. The principal and the janitor end up heading south of the border in his pickup truck for a wild weekend, while her mother and Dewey stay home and worry.
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