Does it hurt when I press here?” Dr. Kretche’s fingers punched under Esme’s ribcage. “Exquistedly,” gasped Esme. “Dr. Kretche furrowed her brow. “On a scale of one to ten…” “Exquisite.” Frustration brewed. “Beyond the pale, you.” “How about here?” “Dandy.” Things you wish they covered in med-school, thought Dr. Kretche.
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