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Such pretty faces. Stuck in worn out in-between spaces. Sitting alone with the Good Doctor, he cut into her infection. She almost cried, not from pain, but because the gurney was cold and the room was white. It was late a night, and she was sitting with the Good Doctor alone. No one would be waiting to take her home. Post a comment in response: |
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