Well, at least she got me off Dr. S's shit list, by being incompetent. I scrubbed in to let her go home, organized the mess and got in close. Dr. S. who has treated me like a bad rash for a few years effusive in praise of me.
Gold out of anything, I say.
The memory of smoke
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