We met at the appointed time.

My case was documented.

Hi resolution pictures and some close-ups were taken with a camcorder, presumably for case study.

Together the doctor and I sought out the skin specialist.

The specialist said that it's hereditary.

Nothing serious.

We got out of the specialist's room in silence.

Heh.

My back looks like the fractured map of some weird country, and it's nothing serious.

"A rare case, at least I think so. Nothing quite like it."

I asked for health check.

He obliged.

Nothing wrong there.

I asked for his card.

But he didn't have one.

Government employees were not supposed to have one.

He wishes me a Happy Easter, and I bid him the same.

Respect. Gratitude.

He's a really nice guy.

I went out. I laughed at myself. Hollow.

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