My old patient had on a good-looking jaunty wig and a leopard-print top. She smiled at me and said I was cute.
Nice perhaps, looking good for my age, but cute?
I thanked her but questioned the adjective.
“No honey,” she enthused. “You are cute. You and your pony tail and your little purple nose.”
Say what?
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