“Floss again, make another appointment in a month and we'll see where we're at. But I really do think you should see my guy, he might be able to shed some light.”


Damn his specialist. He doesn't sound nearly as tasty.


“Heavens no, doctor. I couldn't dream of anybody else's hands under the hood.” We laugh at my flippant mechanical metaphor.

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