When my sister and I were still in high school we found ourselves at an urgent care facility at three in the morning. My sister was clutching a tooth in her right hand and one of her finger nails in her left hand. Believe it or not, this was the direct result of a friendly game of Twister gone horribly, horribly wrong. Our parents were out of town. Boys were over. I may have gotten a little rowdy.
Long and embarrassing story short, my sister needed immediate medical care.
I had to find 24 hour urgent care, because back then I was terrified of the emergency room. Earlier that year I learned that there were about 110 m
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