Day Three: My Apologies
Time: 12:20 PM
He stood, wearing cologne like a deck fresh stain. A slow drip on the tip of his nose sank into the air; I assumed it was half sweat, half scented syrup. Over weak shoulders hung a lab coat, as tacky empowerment. Pen in hand, this was my doctor. He greeted me with an indifferent “Hello”, obviously preoccupied. His...
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Time: 12:20 PM
He stood, wearing cologne like a deck fresh stain. A slow drip on the tip of his nose sank into the air; I assumed it was half sweat, half scented syrup. Over weak shoulders hung a lab coat, as tacky empowerment. Pen in hand, this was my doctor. He greeted me with an indifferent “Hello”, obviously preoccupied. His...
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