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Can’t leave it alone
Emma gave a quiet nod and let it go. Not everyone wanted to explain their tattoos. That was fine; would be the normal, rational thought here. But the numbers wouldn’t leave her alone. Even after he walked out, they echoed in her mind like a song she couldn’t stop humming. “19-36 122.” The numbers circled through her brain as she invited in another patient.
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