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        So I was working on my spreadsheet and I was thinking to myself, Doc, how did you get your name? Why are you called Doc? Shouldn't your name be Ricky or Bobby or Vincent? I am always partial to Liam myself. What do you look like? Then in my mind I see a tattoo of the old 15 th century plague doctor beak-masks with the red eyes on a shoulder surrounded with burns that look like they came from acid, or fire or… caustic soda- lye! Then it comes to me, he doesn't have a name… Snippet: How Doc got his name. "Why do they call you the doctor?" Doc stopped and pondered for a moment. "Years ago I was wandering up north, looking for someone, or something, I don't remember which." He shrugged, set his bag down on the ground and sat under a tree. "Anyways, so there I am, up in the heavily occupied north and I had no idea a war was raging. I walked into this town, not even a town really, more like a little village. The buildings were charred, the groun...
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Short story time, not sure how good this one is: 225: Use these words in your story: doctor, roll of film, stairwell, telephone. The streets of the city were empty in the late night. The power grid was failing on west side of the river and as the rain poured down it sizzled the scorched roads and created an eerie mist. "What are we going to do Doc?" a young girl asked the dark man crouched beside her. "I don't know Rozzi," he whispered. "But I'll protect you." "I know." She smiled at him, hugged an old stuffed animal rabbit and looked around the empty street. The awning above them was the only one still intact among the ramshackle buildings and it proved scant protection from the cold, bitter rain. Doc pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around Rozzi's small body. "Come on, we'll sleep in the old hotel up the street. We'll talk to the police tomorrow." "I don't like it there," Rozzi whispe...
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