Turns out I was exactly 24 hours late.
Maybe it's not my breasts I need checked.
I've rescheduled.
On a brighter note, the dog's lipoma is apparently just that: a fatty tumor rather than anything we need to worry about. His dental hygiene, however, leaves much to be desired.
Here's who gets to ride the elevator in the department stores in Tokyo. People with one crutch (Tiny Tim!), disabled persons in a wheelchair, baby strollers without babies and Alfred Hitchcock:
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