I walk through the lobby and I spy her. Four years old, dark brown curls falling around her chubby little girl face. She stands upright, pulling herself up to her full three feet. SHE's the patient at the crisis center. Fists on her hips she glares at her grandmother who had brought her here. Through gritted teeth, loud enough to turn everyone's head:
"Give me my FRIGGIN' binky!"
and we ALL had to stiffle laughs.
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