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How is it possible that so many of you previous date-night partners are nurses?

It’s like you’re having some secret meeting. All the lesbians stemming from the healthcare field, just conjuring at some underground layer directly between HCMC and St. Joes at Fairview Riverside.

You’ve all met, and you’re all in agreeance: I’m sick!

I need help!

Will you nurse me back from the last one of your kind?

She was good.

Claimed to be learning homeopathic remedies and all that herbal, hippie shit, yet it felt like she slowly poisoned me.

Like she hit me with a diagnosis of Munchhausen Syndrome.

Sick indeed, but I loved her.

I need to be freed!

Take my vitals and administer your best care please.


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