same old clumsy me sprained my ankle again, for the nth time. it's the most painful thing ever, tears forced its way out of my eyes. first worry that cam into mind was how i was driving home. fave workmate's off today, my scopist doesn't have a license, and mr. trainor do not know how to drive, much to his pretension.
in the end, i gathered all my guts and texted fave workmate if he could drive me home. that sweetheart said yes in a heartbeat. he really is a nice guy, no matter how he denies it.
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