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On the way out the door to get my allergy shots for the week, Paul sent me an email and told me to remind him to back up his failing computer when I got home. I grabbed a sharpie and wrote myself a quick note on my hand so I wouldn't lose it.
In the waiting room there was the woman with the four kids that I see every week, although the kids are all extremely well behaved she always looks a bit tired The eldest who appears to be about eight grips his Wolverine glove with the "super claw action" tightly to his chest. While he tries to slide onto one of the taller chairs his grip betrays him and pieces fall to the floor. The other children rush to the fallen bits and he shrieks "DON'T TOUCH IT!!! His mother shoots him a look and he quiets and says in a hushed tone, "don't touch my stuff - I told you!"
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In the waiting room there was the woman with the four kids that I see every week, although the kids are all extremely well behaved she always looks a bit tired The eldest who appears to be about eight grips his Wolverine glove with the "super claw action" tightly to his chest. While he tries to slide onto one of the taller chairs his grip betrays him and pieces fall to the floor. The other children rush to the fallen bits and he shrieks "DON'T TOUCH IT!!! His mother shoots him a look and he quiets and says in a hushed tone, "don't touch my stuff - I told you!"
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