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With a bit of time to spare before he was due for his shift in the clinic, Coop decided to make a stop in the rec room to visit the evil bookshelf. Sitting and waiting for an interesting case to fall into his lap got old pretty fast, so books kept him busy while he waited. It was that, or spend the majority of the shift twiddling his thumbs with

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Daisy's not a hugger. Well, she might be, but hugging usually turns to something else, so she never really stops long enough to peruse her stance on hugging. All she knows is that when it's not ending and not turning into anything else, she holds up her arms in defeat. "Honey, you're wrinkling my dress," she says mildly.

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She shrugs it off, dismisses any worry with the flick of her hand because there's just no point in worrying about a little spoiled milk on her life. Things are what they are and they'll be what they'll be. That's just the way it is. "So, Doctor Handsome and Accomplished. What are you planning to do to celebrate your accomplishment?"