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Friday, September 18th Pt. 12

She’s soft and soothing as she talks.

“My arm is the worst.” I whimper slowly.

“I can see that you’re not wearing the brace Dr. Morrison gave you.”

“It made it worse.”

My voice is nearly panicked at the thought of being in trouble for my defiance.

“Easy Day. I know I haven’t been the fathe...