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Lysander smiled and nodded, indulging the coyote in his drunken, slurred story. He really didn’t care, but doctors were supposed to ask questions and act like the listened. Every so often Lysander took his left hand and scratched his chin, nodding and humming to himself. “Mmmmhmmm, yeah.” It was only when he tested the male’s arm and the creature yelped out loudly did Lysander break his act. He laughed loudly. Now a real doctor would never do that. It didn’t matter. Much to Ly’s disappointment the creature had blacked out. Poking him sharply in the arm, the male did not stir. Giggle was out cold. Shrugging he looked around the room one last time, gathered up his sack and left, leaving the poor fool to wake up alone, probably with a headache and sour stomach.
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