Dr. Fyellegedde's legs are crossed at the ankles, but her knees are wide open. Tucker can see right betwixt them, through the glass top of her new desk. Not very ladylike. She finishes whatever bullshit she's writing, scribbling onto a 80% post-consumer waste legal pad with an ergonomic ("ergodynamic," Andrew called it, once) pen that says "DR.
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