Nine-twenty in the morning.
Izzie admired George from across the clinic. He was so dashing in his blue scrubs and white coat, she thought, flashing that bright smile of his at the grey-haired man who was seated on the edge of the hospital bed. The older man’s brow wrinkled with concern, and George’s smile faded. He nodded with respectful
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*blush*
I'm honored.
Thanks for the kind words...and don't forget to friend me...
...there's more to come...
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...great av you got there... :)
...I promise, there will be more, and ASAP...
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