Pleasant Hills
I hated pleasant hills doctors surgery; I hated the décor inside and out, I hated the grand old oak reception desk and the overweight not to mention over friendly receptionist that sat being it, I hated the smell, the sounds, the feeling of the scratchy fabric on the waiting room chairs as it rubbed against your skin like sand paper and I hated the customary crying child, I also hated it because this was the place everything always starts with’ you walk in one day because of a head ach and your dead because of it the next week, you come in one morning for a weight check and your in a psyc unit by dinner time, life change forever on the momentary decisions of a few individuals.
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