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Through the door is a brightly lit room with several people wearing hazmat
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\ suits. What, do we have another pandemic on our hands? Come ON, it's
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\ getting old already. They stare at me for a moment.
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"Does any of this come off easily? No? Well then, we don't have time.
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\ Chop chop people, get creative."
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While I'm undergoing a quick med exam, one of the doctors asks me yes-or-no
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\ questions about health conditions, allergies and so on.
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"Okay, she's a go, get her on a table."
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Yes, there is a table and now I'm on it. And I get a mask over my face.
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"Now, deep breaths please. And one, and two..."
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~~"...the looks on their faces..."~~
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[[The sirens are wailing again.|mute_copy_shelter_01]]
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