Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

Albert said, his voice gentle and precise.

He cleaned the scratch with an antiseptic wipe that made me pinch my eyes shut, then pressed a small white bandage over the center of my heel.

The door to the exam room clicked open, and Brenda stepped inside without knocking, her silver watch catching the harsh fluorescent light.

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