Oh do I have a story for you….
In my late twenties I had to go for my annual pap smear.
Damn I hate the word smear.
Any who….
While I am waiting, in walks the most gorgeous young doctor I have ever seen in my entire life. He had “the” hair. You know the hair I am talking about, a bit longer on top with a small luscious chunk that just falls into his eyes. Sigh. He was beautiful. Just dreamy. And an intern. Sigh…. marry me you young hunk of burning…
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