An Appointment with a Practitioner

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Jeff was woken to the sound of quiet stirring. He knew that someone was close by. Jeff stupidly left his 'operational' sign on the door, so anyone was welcome to ask for his help. He felt guilty for not letting the person in, if they wanted his help. Jeff slowly opened his door, creaking open scared him in the night.
The man turned around. A quiet purr could be heard from down the hall "Cella, shush!"
Is that Chad? Jeff thought.
He ushered him into the practitioners chambers and asked him a few medical related questions...

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