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not_so_smooth) wrote2012-10-15 06:51 pm
not_so_smooth) wrote2012-10-15 06:51 pm
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Sam had noticed that Dr. Zimmerman was feelings less than psyched about how she looked while pregnant. Personally, he still thought she still looked amazing, but he could see how she would maybe feel a bit down about it all the same.
His shift at the vet clinic was just about over and she was coming in after him, so he was hastily writing her a card to help cheer her up.
Sam looked at the note and gave a nod, pleased with it. Hopefully she would find it after he left and it would make sure smile. Turning around, he came face to face with Dr. Mrs. Zimmerman.
"Uh. Hello. I was just... writing. Nothing. Writing nothing. Certainly not a note. That is in my hand right now."
His shift at the vet clinic was just about over and she was coming in after him, so he was hastily writing her a card to help cheer her up.
Dear Dr. Mrs. Zimmerman. I'm sorry I didn't quite get everything done today, but it's really hard to work here without thinking of you, and thoughts of you are really distracting. So really, it's not my fault but yours for being hot. So in the future if you would like me to get all my work done please be less hot.
Sincerely,
Sam.
P.S. Just kidding. Don't ever be less hot.
Sincerely,
Sam.
P.S. Just kidding. Don't ever be less hot.
Sam looked at the note and gave a nod, pleased with it. Hopefully she would find it after he left and it would make sure smile. Turning around, he came face to face with Dr. Mrs. Zimmerman.
"Uh. Hello. I was just... writing. Nothing. Writing nothing. Certainly not a note. That is in my hand right now."