Laura: “Dr James, can you have a look at this rash on my wrist.”
James: “Sure”
Dr James looks.
Laura: “What do you think it is Dr James?”
James: “It’s weird.”
On the way back from dropping James at the station, Liz and I drove past an old Asian man hungrily eating blackberries from the side of the road. I gave him a thumbs-up, and he smiled. There was purple juice all over his chin.
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