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Joe was able to get around on auto-crutches by the time she finally arrived -- a stereotype visitor. Done up brightly, a box of candy in one hand, flowers in the other. He could see her coming across the lawn, from the visitor's offices. He wished that he had worn his other suit. His clothing was on the skimpy side when uniforms were subtracted.
She came up to him. "Well, Joe."