1″She was the last client for the day and he was looking forward to it. He counted down the seconds during sessions, while keeping his ussual polite, professional demeaner. He sat at his desk with his journal opening. It was the journal he had started using to draw her. There were some drawings of her, some were bloody, but most were simply her features and a study of her mannerisms. He heard a knock on the door and quickly shut it, he said in his accented, proper voice. Come in.
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