Dr. Uren sat in her office, sighing deeply and looking around at the paperwork decorating almost every available surface. She sighed again as she remembered that Dr. Sam wouldn’t even be around to help her with any of it. He’d gone on vacation with his wife of two years, the lucky bugger.
She sighed again, wondering when next she would go on vacation, and if she would actually de-stress, since she had no significant other to distract her.
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