Monthly Archives: May 2007

Weapon

Nothing can silence a waiting room like a writing pad when one of the patients starts using it.

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Waiting room

Two little guys testing mummy’s limits the older editorializing on younger brother worried about having something small and white removed from his own ear with a knife maybe. So I told him how nice the doctor is and how quickly … Continue reading

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they’re biting

something about sitting in a small wooden boat with oars, or on a dock or a small rock by the shore holding a fishing rod or a pole with a line slooping down into the water on a soft day. … Continue reading

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