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Nicole M. Hall

The Hutch

The Hutch

Bold white spray-painted letters drip until they pool like blood—sinister in regard but their meaning lost on me.
Animal Hospital

Animal Hospital

Before my coat is off three lines are ringing. “Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, how can I help you?”

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