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| Ajay began praying me a bunch of questions about my assets stats. I was nineteen almost turning 20, 5'8" and 115 pounds. He mingled in some conversation while he was doing the things on my chart. Sticking a tongue depressor in my gullet he had me stick out my tongue so he could take a look at my tonsils. Afterward, Ajay wished my shirt to come off for him to listen to my heart, and take my blood pressure. Right away he noticed the scare on my chest, I got it when I was tiny and fell on a pair of scissors. He smiled, and asked why I didn't listen to my parents. Ajay told me to take a duo of breaths and he moved the stethoscope around in a couple different places. As shortly as he was done with taking my blood tension my pants had to come off for him to do a flexology test. Stepping off the table I dropped my denim to the floor, and hopped back up on the table in my underwear. Each gam was leaned and extended for the range of maneuverability in case of any pain. |
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