When I walk in with my white coat And a stethoscope over my neck, I’m here to tell you That I know no more about your body Than you do. I want to tell you That I really mean it when I say, I’m sorry t
Normal. The font style I clicked on to write this piece. The way we try to come across when talking to strangers. The clothes we pick out to wear on the first day of school. The word we throw out like
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