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My sister told my parents i dropped out of medical…

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The air always feels thick and stale. Fluorescent tubes hum softly overhead, illuminating rows of stiff vinyl chairs and worn commercial carpets. There was a pot of burnt coffee sitting on a side table and a television playing a muted late-night infomercial.

Hector and Maria Diaz were huddled in the far corner of the room. They looked fragile. The sight continue reading …

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