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A deep feeling of dread coursed through me as soon as I woke. Unsettling dreams that quickly faded from memory were, at least, partially responsible. I resisted going to the office fearing what might happen next. It was like someone had scattered and buried IEDs all around my office daring me to walk by unimpeded. I wanted to play hooky but I had a responsibility to my patients. When I was dressed and ready to leave for work, I hesitated and called Grace.
“Is the coast clear?” I heard myself say and quickly regrouped. “If there are protesters out there, tell me where they are so I can avoid them coming in.”
She put me on hold, looked out the windows, then got back on. “There are three out front. That reporter is one. I can’t see the back. Have you been on f*******:?”
“No, Grace, and
