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The doors are locked up tight. The signs are turned off. The building is quiet. The patients have come and gone. The day has finally come to an end. Most doctors would go home. Dr. Thompkins is already there.

Tea in hand, she sits down at her desk. Diplomas and pictures litter the wall behind her. The light from the Tiffany lamp casts shadows about the room. A stack of medical files lay before her. She picks up the first without hesitation. She's halfway through the notes on her third when she opens her mouth to speak to a seemingly empty room.

"Well are you going to stand in my doorway all night or actually come in?"

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Dr. Leslie Thompkins

February 2017

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