Rowena With a grunt, I pushed the table up against the wall of my little closet office. I took a step back, dusting my hands off as I inspected my handiwork. “That’ll do, I guess,” I muttered. One of the janitors had let me take an unused table from one of the storage closets to serve as a makeshift exam table. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do; after all, I needed someplace to examine any patients that came in.
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