Today in the doctor's office, there's one girl sitting in the waiting room. Blond, pretty enough that I quickly think so, even though she's blond. I go up to the window and leave my John Hancock on the sign-in sheet, unhappy with the restrained sound of my own voice. When I turn around, I scope all the open benches and realize that though she
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