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On Medical CareA friend of mine picked his dog up from the vet's office today after she had her teeth cleaned. The dog's teeth, not my friend's. He'd probably be rather shocked if he realized that his mom had been taking him to a veterinarian instead of a dentist, and that he was, in fact, a girl. But I digress. He said something about keeping a few of the vet's cards to give to people with bad breath, as it would be cheaper than going to a dentist.On Medical Care by readthewholelibrary
He'd get punched in the face. But then he could go to them for stitches! (Well, I think he should just go the DIY route and use a sewing kit and/or superglue.)
Would that work, though? I don't really see why not, besides the whole legality thing. If you trust a person to pretty much take your pet apart and then put it back together again, you'd damn well better trust them to put a few sutures in your own body.
The care might even be preferable. You wouldn't get in as much trouble if you tried to bite the nurse, and you might not even have to, since they p
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust IssuesI. (Set the stage)Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust Issues by WildWolfMoon94
"The color of my bra is called Flirt," the girl says, popping a bubble in Amelia's face and winking. The sickly sweet scent of chemicals and sugar mixes with the chemicals and the sugar of the bar, hags low and heavy about their faces. The girl slides closer, beaming, her eyelids low. She's wearing too much mascara. Amelia grips her drink tighter and pulls her elbows in collapsing, she fills less space than she did before. Volume stays the same, the number of atoms composing her stays constant, but she appears to be smaller. Could this be expressed mathematically, or with a computer simulation, she wonders, and sips at her drink. She says nothing.
"See here." The girl tugs down her shirt sleeve and shows Amelia the thin bra strap pressing into the moon pale skin of her shoulder. The orange lighting makes her seem healthier than she is. "Flirt." She wiggles her eyebrows in a way that would be suggestive, if her makeup wasn't so dark that it made her look