I was going to have to get some spots taken off. It took an hour to get in get in, but finally I did. My dad was the only family member there with me. The doctor got out a freeze ”gun”. Then he started to zap my spots with 600 some odd number degrees below zero. At first it felt kind of good, but then ”Grayeldaga!” I bellowed and grunted. By then I was squeezing my arm really hard. Words can’t express the growing agony. And my face was unexplainable . Finally, he stopped. Of course it still hurt worse than a toothache. He was done, or so I thought. He moved his weapon close to my skin, I pushed it away saying ”Wait we’re not done?” ”Almost,” he said mockingly.
Author’s note:
This story was not near as predictable as a Hallmark movie.
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