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I eyed that the local school’s clinic was running an ad to go and have an endurance test done. When I should up to the clinic I had to pack out all this info about me and my habits. As briefly as I was done I handed it over to the nurse who took me back to an exam room. A doctor came in and presented himself as Dr. Phingerphuck, and that he would be the one watching me today. To start everything off he had me take off my shirt, so that he could listen to my heart and lungs. In doing so, he said that everything sounded fine. The doc then took my blood stress before he could indeed embark any of the endurance tests. Palpating my chest and belly he looked for any gentle areas that I might have had. On my right side I had gotten hammer by a soccer ball at practice. Moving down south, the doctor’s forearms were feeling around my waist band, and he tickled me a couple of times.
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