One of my best friends and coworkers had her wisdeom teeth taken out this morning. After a few less than optimistic text messages, I decided to walk the 6 blocks to her house during my lunch break to see how she was really doing. I would have taken a picture of her while I was there, but I'm afraid she would have either killed me or had her husband wrestle me to the ground to delete the picture off my camera. Let it be known that she doesn't look bad; hardly any swelling in her face. Unfortunately for me, while I was in her apartment, it started raining outside. When I got to work this morning, my hair was perfectly straight. You can ask my roommate.
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