the good doctor
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at the edge of town, there is a figure stalking into the woods with a bag full of rot slung around her shoulder. the light of the setting sun glints off of the lenses of her mask and her limbs are just a bit too long, her movements the slightest bit too jerky, to be human.
(creative writing assignment revolving around writing smth in theme of the title chapter of tim o'brien's "the things they carried" !! around 5000 words in total)
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