What more do you want me to say? He draped his stethoscope over his shoulders, holding onto the ends, frowning at me. He'll learn. Isn't this a little too commando raidish for a pot hunter? Olaf continued like I hadn't said anything. It took him three tries to get the paper towel in the waste basket.
Ramirez shook his head. He handed me a pile of scrubs. His noncommittal answers were beginning to get on my nerves. Maybe I was wrong, but I'd try Mickey before I tried Deuce, for trickery anyway.
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