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JONISS AS LITTLE KITTENS AGAIN! R&R please
Therapy
I was so unproductive today. I couldn't aim properly and I could not do anything else but hunt. Usually, Johanna's company would make my day but she was leaving for awhile to go to therapy. So I decide I would accompany her.
We went through the halls of 13's hospital wing and headed to the zen gardens with sand and rakes.
She calmly picks one up and scraped through the sand, creating ripples on the white particles. She continued making lines and shapes on the silky sand.
I now know why this is so relaxing.
I go to her to grab another rake but I end up kicking san in her shoes.
I dread her reaction.
She looks like she's holding back a cuss or two. Or 17 cusses in different languages.
Johanna usually slumps down on our bed mumbling "stupid fucking sand in my shoes".
She hates sand in her shoes.
And before I know it, there was Johanna, furiously kicking sand into my run-down military boots.
We start wrestling into the sand, throwing fine particles on each other.
I pause and my gaze falls on a pair of black shoes. One was tapping impatiently.
It was the head doctor.
And we were in big trouble.