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In a cold and sterile room, Ernie sat on the end of a table. He waited in brutal silence for someone to enter. He studied the floor intently through his boredom. The light-colored tile was clean. He could find no dust in the corners, although he examined the areas closely. One small window that could not be opened allowed a little sunlight to fall to the floor. The counter along the wall was clear. The cabinets were labeled with the contents. And a small chair awaited an occupant.
Ernie did not feel well. He had not felt well for months. Perhaps it was longer. He had been somewhat in denial until recently. His body could no longer ignore what his brain had tried hard to conceal. The persistent aches and acute pains had become a fact of life. Now there was this, the reason for…
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