I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
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Fresh strawberries...

Every time I have strawberries, I think of my Angel, and the strawberries picked from his parents' house and dipped in powdered sugar at an end-of-school party.

There is not much else to think about, early on a Monday afternoon when there are two medical students, a P.A., and not quite enough patients to go around. My staff, Dr. L, seems to like me and I wish I were doing more work to give him a good impression.
I would rather think about my Angel. I miss him terribly much.
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