Monday, March 23, 2015
Me: Are you rolling your eyes at me?! Sam: no, I'm holding my breath and trying to kill myself.
-Sam after listening to another saga about my shoulder
Sam: Are you still sick? Me: No, just a little low energy. Sam: Good, go slow and don't pass out. If you pass out in here, I'll take care of you. If someone comes in and says you passed out on the run, I'll probably say, "Sounds like the city's problem."
-Sam, ever so gentle and understanding after I was off for two weeks
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