The blonde young woman next to me tried to start a conversation even though I was clearly not interested in talking, “Hey, hey. Four-Eyes!”
Annoyed, I decided to play along in the hope that she would subside. I closed my book and looked at her, replying, “What?”
“What cha here for?”
“Just a yearly physical, making sure I’m in good shape.”
Her eyes widened and shimmered with surprise, “Lucky! I’m here to get tested.”
The sound of her being tested grabbed my attention, “Tested? For what?”
“Chlamydia. My boyfriend got it, and I know it wasn’t from me.”
The fuck?!
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