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A paragraph, by Joseph Sandiego:

I haven't been sleeping well lately. There's always something I need to do after work - laundry, grocery shopping, etc. I finally got to bed early last night, about 8:00p. Well-rested, I found myself eager to go to work this morning. Ready for the day's first patient, a 7:30a appointment to be sure. I took a shower, looked at my handsome face in the mirror, brushed my teeth, picked out some clothes, put them on, admired myself in the mirror a few minutes longer, and drove to work playing one of my favorite new Pumpkins songs in the car. I put on my white coat as I walked toward the clinic's back door. I smiled as I walked by the fridge in the lunchroom knowing my lunch was already there waiting for me. From my wallet, I dug out my locker key and opened my locker. In there, my equipment. I respectfully removed the equipment, a finely crafted diagnostic kit by Heine and a 90D Volk lens, and exchanged them for my car keys and cell phone. Ah, yes. The tools of my trade, there in my hand. I respect them as they respect me. With anticipation, I turned the corner into the back office. There, I was greeted by my supervisor, Kristen, with a surprised smile. "What are you doing here? You interns have the day off."