“Mulder’s doctor had been kind, if brief. He’d accepted her excuse of taking over the role that she’d always believed hers. Under a premise of trust in a fellow Hippocratic oath-taker, he’d handed Mulder’s medical files over to her. She opened the door to her apartment and entered wearily, tossing the manila folder onto the table. Unable to bear looking at it any further right now. One perusal was enough.” Rated PG. (16 K)
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