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Who: Bob, Mikey, and Patrick
Where: Hospital wing
What: Amnesia is not fun.
When: Wednesday morning (11/11)
Having sent another distraught seventh year on her way after reassuring her that yes, once this whole age fiasco was sorted out, it was highly probable her breasts would return to their previous cup size (Bob didn't pretend to understand the mechanics of the eighteen—now sixteen—year-old female mind), Bob flopped back on a bed and sighed. He wasn't exactly sure of what rate he was losing years, currently, since he didn't feel all that different today than he had on Monday, but he figured he still had plenty of time before he hit his teens. Probably. He hoped. Growing pains were not something Bob was looking forward to going through a second time, after all.
Where: Hospital wing
What: Amnesia is not fun.
When: Wednesday morning (11/11)
Having sent another distraught seventh year on her way after reassuring her that yes, once this whole age fiasco was sorted out, it was highly probable her breasts would return to their previous cup size (Bob didn't pretend to understand the mechanics of the eighteen—now sixteen—year-old female mind), Bob flopped back on a bed and sighed. He wasn't exactly sure of what rate he was losing years, currently, since he didn't feel all that different today than he had on Monday, but he figured he still had plenty of time before he hit his teens. Probably. He hoped. Growing pains were not something Bob was looking forward to going through a second time, after all.