The car seems to know the way to the lab where they draw blood out of my arm by itself. People are quiet there, hoping things will go quickly and they can get on with their day. Everyone stares at their phone and waits to hear their number called. When I finally get called to the back, I realize the best thing about summer is you already have on a short sleeved shirt if you need your blood drained away. Makes it so much easier, doesn’t it?
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