With out looking to check the time of day, the familiar streak of sun light cutting across the far wall, gave indication that I was again beyond my ten hours. Long workdays became a habit I picked up years ago after going separate ways with a girl I almost married. The routine filled the void of the absent social life that followed the breakup.
With the day’s patient files tucked away, I stood fixated for moment staring down at the bustle on 10th and H street. Pedestrians of both workers and people getting in the days exercise, moved and merged in the late heat of the evening’s traffic. A light tap on the employee kitchen door suddenly broke me from my quiet moment.
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