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February 27, 2005
"You can't call me disgusting,"Charlisse says, pulling her pinkie from her nostril and spreading the bounty on a slice of white bread. "You're my doctor. You can't pass judgment.-

She jams her finger into her other nostril but comes up empty. "Damn it,"she says, and places the finger in her ear. Again, empty. "Jesus Christ!"she says.

She crams her hand down the front of her pants. But no: nothing. "What's it gonna take?"she yells.

She pulls down her pants and squats over the bread. But fortunately it's 3:00 and Mr. Calhoun, my next patient, is prompt.