Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

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David looked at the sliding glass doors of the admitting desk. “That does not explain a Sunday approval, Mom.”

“Someone was in that office when the building was locked,” I said, pressing the pen hard against the yellow paper until the ink bled through. “Or they programmed a machine to do their work for them.”

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