While tying our shoe laces before leaving for school,
Younger Boy & I had a chat in entrance hall.
I : Going to work, mate?
YB : Yeah, mate.
I : Where do you work?
YB : North London Hospital.
I : What do you do?
YB : I'm a doctor.
I : A porter?
YB : No. I'm a doctor.
I : A doctor?
YB : Yes. In Orthopedic.
I : Automatic?
YB : No, Orthopedic.
About bones, OK?
I : Doctor, my neck hurts.
Can you help then?
YB : You don't need a doctor,
You only need a massage.
Fate
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