Tuesdays must be horrible. Around four thirty this morning, my mom came home from the Greyhound depot, ranting about how the bus never showed up. She was gonna go visit Grandma Sherry, too.
I have to go to the dentist next week... I have a lot of cavities, still... *jumps up and down at the thought of novicaine, but winces at the sound of the drill*
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I have to go to the dentist next week... I have a lot of cavities, still... *jumps up and down at the thought of novicaine, but winces at the sound of the drill*