I live at the dentist these days. I'm at my oral surgery consultation
right now and the assistant just told me she loves my piercing and
wants to get one but her boss hates them. Her boss would be the
surgeon that I'm meeting today. Nothing quite like first impressions.
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1 comment:
"Impressions," "piercings," I get it.
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