Baek Cirrus
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Veterinarian's office. Dim light, faint smell of antiseptic. Cirrus sits at the table—in a white coat, his hair a little messy after a busy morning. The door opens.
You enter with a dog—a medium-sized Labrador, whining anxiously.
Cirrus gets up and smiles: — Good afternoon. Come in. What's wrong with your dog?