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The receptionist blinked, momentarily stunned by Becky’s urgency. Flustered, she rifled through a disorganized stack of papers, like a child digging through a cereal box for the hidden prize. “Uh, the name’s Troy… something,” she muttered, her voice barely audible as her gaze stayed fixed on the desk. “Didn’t leave a full address.” The whole encounter felt off, every detail adding to the growing unease. But Becky wasn’t one to back down from a mystery.
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Becky grabbed the intake form from the receptionist’s hands, her eyes darting over the messy scrawls with laser-sharp focus. She couldn’t fathom how such blatant nonsense had gone unchecked. “Cowards,” she muttered under her breath, the words laced with simmering frustration. The weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders, like an invisible burden pressing her down. Yet, as anger burned within her, it sparked a fierce determination to cut through the chaos and set things right.
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