One quiet evening in an x-ray room of a hospital. The radiologist made me sit on top of a cold glass table. He told me to put my left heel upright. "Don't move!" he said. He lowered a movable square x-ray close to my heel. He went to another room. The thing made a flickering sound. And right before it made a snap sound my hand fixed my hair and my mouth voluntarily smiled. The guy didn't even say cheese. Geez! What is wrong with me? I swear the x-ray thing look like those flash light on a camera.
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