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| Fuck it. She doesn’t even put a fake smile on for the waiting room psychos. She looks at their kookoo faces, and they look like cult members now. She pushes the heavy revolving doors and finds herself thrown out onto a densely humid morning sidewalk. She pees through her stockings. Clouds thicken and blacken. A thunderstorm begins to emerge in the sky. |
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