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23/03/2026
Dear Dr Robinavitch,
It feels kind of ridiculous to be writing this, but it seems to be the best way to say what I want to say without actually saying it because that would go against every HR law that ever existed. Or so I’m told. Anyway, today was my second week working at the ed and I couldn’t stop staring at the way your eyes lit up with every treated patient, or when one of us would get a diagnosis correct. It’s completely stupid but, I’ve never admired someone so much, and I can’t tell if my adoration is evolving into something more, something unprecedented.
Anyway, I tried talking to Trinity about it but all she wants to do is talk about what you would be like in bed, and how I’d make a terrible top. Of course she’s funny, but she keeps trying to push me into starting something with you, even though I would never do such a thing, I’d never put either of us in jeopardy, it wouldn’t be worth it seeing as this is clearly nothing.
A friend of mine from the farm suggested I do this as a way to organise my thoughts and feelings about this whole situation, so I guess this is my attempt at not letting my feelings affect my work.
Sincerely,
Dennis Whitaker