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“Hey you!” she calls from the front desk. I see that she is pulling togo containers from a bag and laying them out on the desk.

“Hey, get some sleep?”  

“A ton of it. It helped, but not nearly as much as your concoction did.”

“I resent the term concoction.” I defended and she laughed.

“Fine… miracle tea. Whatever you want to call the witchcraft that healed my head, I appreciate it. Sometime you should share that with me.”

“Sorry, I forgot to mention its a secret trick of the trade.”

She looked at me with these ‘you have got to be kidding me’ eyes and they were so adorable it broke my stoic expression.

“Fine, technically it isn’t mine. It was something I found through research and adjusted as needed for a patient awhile ago who had a

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