Overall, Mindy knew it was hardly a major issue, hell it
barely qualified as a ‘First World Problem’, if she was the sort to think in
internet memes, which she wasn’t. She was just having a bit of a clumsy patch.
Every couple of days, she would prick a finger with her
needle, or step on a tack, or on one occasion lean against an exposed nail. None
of them were serious injuries, but she was running out of alcohol swabs.
Then she met David, and it all stopped. She might have
thought harder on that, but she was distracted.
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