The Doctor's Office Hours: Tuesday

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The door is cracked open. If one peers in, one could see a teenage boy with brilliantly red hair sitting behind the desk, scribbling in a notebook and drinking like, his fifth can of Coke.

He's totally writing angsty poetry. Or bad love letters. But you don't get to read them unless Rhi gets bored later; check this space.

If he looks up and chews on his pen, one who knows him could possibly see similarities in his face and eyes to the man who's supposed to be there.