And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
Of course I’m holding back! I’m insane, you idiot! Remember the other day, when you told me that I had pit stains? Well, I have cried every fifteen minutes on the half-hour since you told me that. I am wracked with self-doubt. I have panic attacks. I’m claustrophobic, germaphobic, phobiaphobic. I talk to myself. I talk to my cat. I talk to three separate shrinks about the fact that often my cats respond to me in my mother’s voice. And yesterday, when that stupid pretty surgical nurse handed you a pair of latex gloves, I almost killed the guy whose leg I was stitching up because I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of you having sex on a box of steaks! Why a box of steaks? ‘Cause my dad had an affair with a female butcher! And, as I mentioned before, I am insane. There! I opened up! Are you happy?
Dr. Elliot Reid (Scrubs)
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Golden retrievers that look like Chris Evans.
Veggie burgers for Memorial Day: 10 recipes, countless benefits
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An Igloo made of Books by Miler Lagos
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