They all ended up the same though, with the happy little medics swarming over them, usually not able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. Then it was time to file the forms and that would be that, I'd move on. This one was so willing it hurt to look at her. Very blatant in her desires, the twentieth sentence out of her lips suggesting a quick trip behind closed doors. It was sad.
Some people only live for one thing.
Well, I do, but not that thing. Kind of random, just whatever happens to walk my way. Kind of the same deal. Always on the go, always with a different job. Different stuff to do.