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Gabe!” she calls. “Dr. Gabe.”
He looks at her blankly
“Don’t you know me? You’re my OB-GYN.”
Gabe’s eyes move instinctively from her face to her crotch. He stares between her legs for a beat. His face lights up in recognition, as if he has X-ray vision.
“Joanne! Sure . . . Joanne. How are you?”
Both Joanne and I break up. Gabe blushes.
“I see so many women,” he says, making it worse.
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