Regret Me Not
Kimberly’s POV: “Can I see the ring?” Carla asked while shoving up a homemade protein bar at my desk. I was reviewing some lab tests when she barged through the door without even knocking. “I left it at home, Carl,” I grabbed one and started to eat it, “Oh, this is so good,” I moaned. I didn’t have a chance to make breakfast as I had to come earlier for morning call. picked me up just in time before I took a cab. I didn’t even call him or Bogdan to let them know that I was about to go earlier. I made several calls to the workshop about my car, but they always said that my car is not ready yet. Perhaps tomorrow after going back from Dr. Goldsmith’s funeral, I’ll give them a visit. “Here, eat this too,” she
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