Typing this up now. No idea when it will be done. I'm shooting for tonight but I'm also procrastinating by making a little bet with myself over how long my husband will go on with his foot stuck in between the cushions of our couch thinking I don't realize it.
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I gritted my teeth in discomfort as the driver pulled the car out of the long driveway, away from the house and towards the hospital.
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