Romance with the doctor.
I say to myself.
“Yes.” I say to her without further ado, being honest. “I think I'm falling in love with him,” I confess honestly. “But tell me, how did the chemo go?” I ask, changing the conversation.
“Well, normal, my hair is falling out.” She tells me, taking off her blue wool hat, she had little hair but she still had it.
So I grabbed some scissors and a mirror. Then I slowly cut my hair, while she stands with her mouth open until I'm done. “You are very stupid.” She tells me, approaching me. ”But I like you more and more.
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