Utorak, Februar 01, 2011

Ill ask him,

Ill ask him, i replied, and escaped with that excuse. When i broke it to the little red doctor, the mildest thing he said to me was to ask me why i should take him for a dashbinged vet. Appeals to his curiosity finally overpersuaded him, and now it was my turn to wait on the bench while he invaded the realm of the voices. Happily for me the weather was amiable it was nearly two hours before my substitute reappeared. He then tried to sneak away without seeing me. Balked in this cowardly endeavor, he put on a vague professional expression and observed that it was an obscure case.

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