Technically, Öüï were Knot lying, for the past four days we [the staff of this blog] have tried to get both a face and ear injury on a judicial medical report for violence against u.s., period—full stop:
and then Eye looked directly at the doctor and said, you know doctor, Eye is no doctor, but Öüï here did spent a season shy of a decade sleeping with one of your medical colleagues at a Holiday Inn, and right now, doc, your Hippocratic Oath (sorry to note) is looking more like a Ministère de Education instrumentalisation tactic.
Il est onze heures, le gris commence
Now, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, Eye knows that any frog on the Lilly pond will probably just shrug the above-mentioned claim and move on, except that when she began to explain why the very first good doctor who evaluated us Eye began to syncopate what a hospital work rotation looked like, from the time that she is a medical student, through her hospital rotation periods and on through the time when her colleagues raise that hand to say: yada yada yada. Eye also revealed other knowledge that only a spouse of a medical doctor would know about the politics that live in a Grey’s Anatomy tome. And that is when she agreed to talk to her section chief and long storEy sHort, the good doctor noted my injuries, with today’s date, but did tell Mí D.A.T. Eye would need to see a judicial “qualified” medical doctor to also note the same injuries because her diagnostic would not be legal in any court and, considering that a big-ticket supermarket here in Paris, France, apparently trains their private security to beat up homeless people inside of their toilettes, then it would probably be incumbent upon us to obtain said medical diagnostic addendum to an already bursting file of Mí at the good Ol’ Préfecture de Police.