I’m exhausted from a long night and an early morning, sitting at the front desk of the doctor’s office.
“Okay, if you could just fill out these forms, three pages, make sure you fill in every line, sign the third page...,” I say to the patient in front of me, when I sense the woman I work with behind me.
“Hey little boy, want some candy?” she says in a witchy voice, then cackles at her own joke as she puts three small pieces of chocolate next to me.
“You know that got creepy, right?” I interrupt myself to say to her, which brings on another fit of cackling.
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