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{a lazy inhale, and a slow Italian drawl}
Fuggendo tutte di paura piene,
una gran piova viene.
Qual sdrucciola, qual cade,
qual si punge lo pede:
a terra van ghirlande:
tal ciò c’ ha colto lascia, e tal percuote:
tiensi beata chi più correr puote.
Sì fiso stetti il dì che lor mirai.
ch’ io non m’ avvidi, e tutto mi bagnai.I dislike what I
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You're a doctor?
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And yes. You are?
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I'm-- [not. Wait.] sort of.
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{Sort of?} How can one be "sort of" a doctor?
What is your name?
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Well, I'm really a medic. But I think most of the people here would call me a doctor anyway. [To her, though, there's a distinction.]
Oh, I'm Sakura. The reason I asked is because there's a clinic in the city, if you wanted to work there.
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I can certainly relate, bella. My skills back home, I've found, aren't quite enough for the needs of Anatole. I've spent more hours in the library researching and updating myself than anything else. I believe I'm much more capable now than before.
What can I expect in payment? I presently work for the Arena, but if the clinic offers more...
[Business is business, after all, and if one hopes to move into a more lavish home, one needs the clams to do it.]
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