The Man walks through the clinic exit doors, pushing them open with both hands. Steps into the sunny parking lot. Stops. Holds up his bandaid finger and looks at it. Nods to himself with quiet pride. Gives a small single thumbs up — to no one in particular, just to the universe. Then turns and walks toward his parked blue clay car. DIALOGUE — The Man speaks to himself while looking at his fing...
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