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Rejuvenol

          “Uh, well, the process is not at all complicated; almost anyone
        with a high-school knowledge of chemistry could produce HFF,
        the active ingredient of Rejuvenol.”
          “Then  what’s  the  problem,  Myron?  Why  are  you  looking  like
        you just swallowed a fish bone?”
          He shuffled the papers nervously, returning the letter to the top
        of the pile. “Let me read this letter to you. It’s in plain English,
        ma’am, and I don’t want you to think—”
          “Yes, yes, by all means: read it!”
          Myron Probst cleared part of his throat and began.
          “‘To  whom  it  may  concern:  the  following  account  of  the
        discovery and marketing of HFF under the trade name Rejuvenol
        is offered as part of the settlement for all rights to that product,
        and supplements the required copy of its chemical formulation, as
        stipulated  in  the  agreement  between  the  undersigned  and  Chic
        Salons, Inc.’”
          “‘Three years ago I was working for Biopact Industries, a small
        company  disposing  of  the  medical  waste  collected  from  several
        hospitals and clinics in the Tri-borough area. My responsibilities
        included  preliminary  sorting  of  shipments  for  determination  of
        processing  requirements.  A  certain  level  of  technical  skill  was
        needed for this job, although it did not pay very well. I did wear
        protective gear, since many of  the packages contained infectious
        material.’”
          “‘One day, however, a courier arrived just as I was leaving for
        home, and the man on the next shift hadn’t arrived yet. I foolishly
        pitched  in  and  helped  unload  the  delivery  without  gloves,  so  I
        could  leave  quickly.  In  my  haste,  I  dropped  a  container  on  the
        loading  dock  and  it  burst  open.  It  was  some  sort  of  jelly-like
        substance; it didn’t look like blood or left-overs from a forensics
        lab, so I didn’t worry about contamination when some of it got on
        the back of my left hand. As it turned out, I didn’t get home right
        away  that  evening,  so  my  hands  didn’t  get  scrubbed  clean  until
        several hours later.’”
          “‘The next day I noticed a distinct difference in the skin on my
        the back of my left hand. Compared to my right hand, it looked
        smoother and younger. Intrigued, I used the microscope at work
        to examine myself closer. Under magnification, the changes were

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