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s a man somewhere behind me. He so

always get the priority here, so that gu

ce in the world where everyone is treated

ame called life, and I'll admit there were also quite a few luck

dvantage of all the privileges he's been

green eyes on me like she's ready to chew me out. "S

dea how things work around here, so I'm going to let that attitude slide. You'

en eyes big as saucers. No doubt her t

There's a hint of defiance in the way she clenches her

art

of impudence in her. She looks exactly like the kind of

eone who's in charge and tell them Charles Anderson needs immedia

her angry eyes. She's not happy about being treated like an imbec

medical attention; who care

wearing don't cling to her body, but I can just make out some little indications of the

ound to see the automatic glass doors of the main entra

. Dad is clutching his chest. He looks like he's in pain. His brea

ody to fix him right away, or at least give him something to

counter calls me. A man's voice this ti

counter to approach me. Good. This is the kind of urgency I expect

n in scrubs and lead him toward the wheelchair. I have no idea

n in scrubs following behind him. I watch from

ancisco, and this is exactly why we're so

the hallway. Depressing fluorescent lighting a

my heart continues beating faster than usual. I ball my hands into fi

king