One Tiny Problem 1
By ChrisEva. The slender young blonde’s name was Julie. Dr. Julie M. Netten, to be precise, holder of a newly minted degree in medicine from the University of Washington. Early yesterday morning, a placard framed in black plastic and hastily tacked to the wall behind her desk confirmed this in the bold italic script to all comers, her signature flowing freely in blue pen beyond the designated line. But it hadn’t sunk in yet. At this point, she
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