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| Then she got to pick out which earrings she wanted. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Everything started out well. Dante had a seat in the backroom of the pharmacy... | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| And then the pharmacist broke out the spray that numbs your earlobes...which Dante found highly suspect. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Then the cotton in the ears...so far so good. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| And that was it! No earrings today. She says she's changed her mind, but we'll probably just wait until this summer. | |||||||||||||||||||||