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Medical student Nat Mulkey writes: "It was a Thursday night, and I was with my two friends, Jess and Kevin, on the dark road back to Boston. We were on our surgery rotation in a distant town. During the week, we cohabitated in a bare-necessities house near the hospital. As the only one with a car, it became my routine to wait until everyone's long shifts were over and drive everyone back. We tended to fill these rides with conversation, the topic of which was often our experiences on the wards. Tonight was not any different."
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