The ghost in my boob.

That dang pain is back, but almost a ghostly echo of its former self. I suppose I need to make an appointment to see my doctor. I can’t walk around grabbing myself in public every time I get a shooting pain! The neighbors will talk.

Dad’s party was a blast. He had a lot of fun too. I’m so glad we did it. It was our “life is short, celebrate while you got it” party. It’s a lot better to party with people while they are here!

Author: rosie

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