This morning, I finally did something different - I went to the dentist. It was an awful experience - the receptionists, even though they'd only just had through a serious complaint on the phone, thought it would be cool to have a laugh about my name. Not only do they laugh at it, they also managed to read it incorrectly and call me "Ching". I don't understand that - no one ever reads "Henry" as "Hinry". They're the same length words, same number of vowels, same number of consonants - what's the problem?
These are my sister's pretty shoes. As usual, worn only a few times, but already too small:
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