It was a typical hari for Lisa Cuddy, as the blowing wind welcomed her as she entered the hospital lobby. Pulling her berwarna merah muda, merah muda gloves off her hands, and caressing them until the warm feeling returned, she then ruffled her curls that the wind outside had tangled into giant rolls of silky brunette hair.
“Here are your notes Dr.Cuddy.” The cheerful receptionist handed some berwarna merah muda, merah muda and yellow post-it notes, which Cuddy preceded to crumple into her black leather briefcase.
“Thanks.” As Cuddy smiled, she was surprised when she turned around to see a dishevelled Wilson enter the lobby.
“Your late,...
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