Every year at Family Health Services, we hold an ugly sweater contest. The winner for two consecutive years has been yours truly. When I walk into the clinic wearing this monstrosity, the first wave of emotion is extreme nausea by the front desk girls, followed immediately by the dry heaves. The nurses, on the other hand, try to bring their A-game sweaters to bring me down, but they ultimately end up crying tears of bitterness and sorrow when they witness my sweater in all it's glory. The competition and the sweater get a little stiffer each year.
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