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Setting aside his checklist, the doctor pulled up a few chairs. “Tell me about your earlier years,” he said. The mood shifted instantly.
The first man talked about building homemade radios from scraps and the thrill of hearing distant voices crackle through the speakers. The second remembered hitchhiking through small towns with nothing but a backpack and an easy ability to make friends. The third shared stories from decades spent repairing clocks, convinced that time itself had moods—sometimes steady, sometimes stubborn, but always moving forward.
By the end of the appointment, the doctor had no interest in grading anything. What mattered was connection. He scheduled another visit—not for another test, but for something new.
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