I knew I wasn't dead when the anesthesia was wearing off and the doctor kept calling my name, trying to get me to respond.
He was butchering it, and he'd mispronounced it five or six times before my irritation overcame my desire to sleep. My lip curled, my forehead creased.
My first coherent words after the surgery were "It's Capiz."For the
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YAY! ^_^
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I have a question for you though - skulls or your face? Cryptic? Well yes, I know. ;) But I do need an answer...
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It sure is!
Welcome back!
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