Farewell to a biliary vesicle
We've been together for 31 years, and yet I feel like I hardly know you. Now you're leaving. Where did we go wrong? I'd wish you well in your future endeavors, but seeing as you will likely be incinerated within moments of leaving me, that seems a little callous. Just for old times' sake, though, please leave without making a scene?
I don't remember inviting you to visit, but this is me inviting you to leave. If you must take my gallbladder with you, so be it. But I think you're quite rude.
PS. I am undecided about whether or not I may keep you in a jar. We shall see.
Tomorrow is the big day. No more gallbladder for me!