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... ut—blonde, cardigan, sensible flats. She didn’t look at anyone. Just kept her eyes on the floor, shoulders hunched, lips pressed into a thin line like she was holding something back. The same look I’d seen on every female patient who’d left his office today: troubled, distracted, almost haunted.
The men, though?
Different story.
A guy in his 40s had walked out twenty minutes earlier—broad shoulders, easy smile, practically humming as he passed reception. Another one, youn ...
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