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The Shark

3 February 2004 No Comment

He circled.
Then he circled again.
He glanced at his watch. 4:45. His 4:13 was late. How many times does this happen a day?
How much longer could it go on? The bills were piling up and if appointments kept cancelling he’d soon be out of business.
It had only been his dream to help people. But none of the other ever trusted the shark who wanted to be a doctor.

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