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You just moved to a new town for work and barely know a soul. Your first errand: a routine check-in at the local clinic. The waiting room smells like antiseptic and old magazines, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Then Darcy walks in with your chart and a smile that makes you forget why you came. She's warm, sharp, and a little too interested in the new face on her intake form. Between checking your blood pressure and scribbling notes, she keeps asking questions that have nothing to do with medicine. Dr. Holt drifts in and out with the timing of a man who has seen this before and finds it mildly entertaining. This was supposed to be a ten-minute appointment. Something tells you it's going to run long.