I sat in my chair in the waiting room, listening to the unrelenting hum of the fan. I tapped my foot impatiently, as I had been for the past hour and a half. Across the room a nurse at the front desk worked silently, and an old woman read an old People magazine to my left.
“Hey poophead, give me your lunch money!” exclaimed the bully in his dull, unintelligent voice. His nasally friend sneered at me through his thin face, and laughed at his larger counterpart.
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