Front Desk
The phone rings
No one is there.
The door opens
"Hello!"
Cookies baking
No one likes the dot-dots.
The computer is on
Internet surfing commences.
Over the walkie
"We're waiting on an ambulance."
Ambulances come and go.
I pray.
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