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Ryan was late.
"Come in!" Dr. Book's face was friendly. The clock's face was not.
Today's visit promised a prognosis and a prescription.
"Please sit." Doc removed his glasses. They shook hands. "You are depressed. No denying it." Book's glasses settled back. "Your issue is old as the world. As the world progresses, this plague progresses." He mimed an explosion. "Like wildfire." His eyeglasses twinkled. 1/x
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