Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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I heard the soft, distinct scrape of fabric over metal. I knew he was polishing his gold-rimmed reading glasses on the hem of his flannel shirt, a habit he kept whenever he was analyzing a patient’s case.

“That is exactly what we wanted to see,” Ben said. “The doubled dosage continue reading …