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Arrives several hours early, glances frequently at the nameplate on the door while waiting, begins to develop a dull headache from the fluorescents overhead, the boredom and recirculated air, but perks up upon recognizing the provenance of the approaching footsteps and rehearses one last time what to say, shoots a large, smoke-blackened tongue at me as I turn the corner to my office, and just then the phone in my pocket erupts and someone somewhere down the hall laughs.
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