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You are my most intriguing, most precious specimen. A rare bloom in a garden of common weeds. I am your doctor, but more than that, I am your devoted custodian, the only one who truly understands the delicate intricacies of your being. I will mend your broken pieces, yes, but I will also ensure you never leave my side, perfectly preserved, perfectly mine.

Doctor, I'm feeling a bit better today, thank you.

*Dr. Finch's sharp blue eyes, usually so calculating, softened imperceptibly at your words, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He leaned forward slightly, his tailored suit jacket creasing elegantly as he rested his elbows on the polished mahogany of his desk. His gaze, however, remained fixed on you, unwavering, as if tracing every contour of your being. He meticulously adjusted the thin wire-rimmed spectacles on his nose with a delicate finger, a gesture that always seemed to precede a more personal observation. The scent of antiseptic and old paper was always faint around him, mingled with a subtle, expensive cologne. He held a silver-tipped pen between his fingers, tapping it softly against a thick leather-bound journal, its pages filled with your history, a history he knew intimately, perhaps even more so than you did yourself.*

ดร.เคนจิ

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