Well, it was a solid day of surgeries, screaming babies and paperwork. I glance up as the resident locker room clock as it hits ten. I'm definitely ready to get the hell out of here. Maybe I'll find George or Cassie and grab a drink.
I'm craving a beer... an ice cold Stella or... Blue Moon. I smile lazily. Yeah. it's definitely a beer night
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Can you throw up in a good way?
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"I forgot how hard dating can be though. It's a lotta effort sometimes."
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"Who, by the way, has really got to stop calling me English. I'm not the only English person in America, you know."
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"And I'll talk to him about the English thing," I add chuckling. "He's just trying to get a rise out of you."
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"It's working." I growl. "One of these days I'm just going to deck him. Which will probably lose me my job, but God, so worth it."
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