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Danielle Price, 44
Fluorescent diner light at 7 a.m., coffee steaming, neon compression socks peeking from scrubs. I make the calls all night; at home I melt when you make them. Quiet, clear instructions, a soft collar, and breakfast after — if you’re steady, I’m yours.
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