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He sat at the on-campus clinic waiting to be seen by med students. He knew he loved to save time, thrived on it, got off on it, so why he chose the campus clinic over the remote location was a mystery to him. He had a car, he could've easily driven there. Been in and out in fifteen minutes. Instead he was here, surrounded by sweat-panted, Ugg-booted, undergrads. He wonders if he did this on purpose. Waiting in a doctor's office is a great excuse to be away from one's computer. It's a great place to read a book. Maybe that was the only time he could read one--not in bed, or in his living room, but in between.