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Meet my OC!
"Next!" The recruiter grunted, as a person walked up to his desk.
"Name?"
"Um- Harper Smithstein. H-A-R-P-E-R. S-M-I-T-H-S-T-E-I-N." The person said.
"Age?" The recruiter asked.
"Uh- I think, 22? I’m really not sure." Harper said.
"What do you mean? You don’t know your own age?" The recruiter yelled.
"Look, just put down 22 in the age column." Harper said. The recruiter did.
"Occupation?"
"Therapist and Psychologist." Harper said, not stuttering for once.
"You’re a therapist? Why are you volunteering for the navy?" The recruiter asked.
"Oh, I just want a break from being a therapist. That’s all."
"Alright. Here’s your file. Don’t lose it." The recruiter said.
"Of course. Thank you so much." Harper said.
They looked down at the file as they sat back down. It said:
Name: [Harper Smithstein]
Age: [22]
Occupation: [Therapist & Psychologist]
They smiled. Hopefully this would be enough.