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I'll see to it that you do. And oh, don't encourage me, flower child. They'll only get longer and more laborious if you do. But the little man with the gargantuan head that sits on my shoulder thanks you. Have you met him? I like to call him my ego. You reeeeeeeally do NOT want to stroke him so much — for one thing, it's sick and disturbing and wrong, which seems to be commonplace in this world as is, and for another, it only eggs him on. Speaking of eggs, would you tell your mother hens that there's such a thing as doctor-patient confidentiality? In fact, it's kiiiiiind of one of the cornerstones of medicine? I can yell in their ears all I want, but they seem to only respond to your dulcet falsetto, so tell them to GET OUT before I set foot in the hospital tomorrow. Xoxo, your bff4ever, Coxsie.