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It was near midnight as Sanya sat at the front desk, filling out necessary paperwork. It was the typical medical things: order forms for medicine, notes on his “patients”, all that noise. No one would’ve thought that a veterinarian would have this much trouble, but on late nights when no one comes in to either give their pet a check up or adopt an animal, it was all he had.
He felt his eyelids droop, and his head fell to the desk in his arms. Kopeyka, his chinchilla, was sleeping soundly next to him, until her ears perked up to…something or…someone.