There is a crazy scissor lady in the waiting room with me. She keeps moving around trash cans and clipping things out with her scissors. I walked around and looked in the trash cans to see how busy she's been. Very busy. She cuts very slowly and methodically.
The nurse took my mom somewhere and won't give her back. She's a tiny little Asian woman. I bet I could take her unless she is secretly a ninja. In that case I'd have to get Crazy Scissor Lady's help.
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