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His name was Dr. Sanjaya Ahmed. The way the intrusive clinical lights highlighted his lab coat almost made him illuminated. It made him soft around the edges. It gave him that ethereal glow seen on the blue-eyed baby cushioned by white downy blankets in the coupons that came with Sunday's paper. It made him like an angel of God. It made him God. It made them forgive the burnt red color of his skin and the foreign sounds that curled and clawed at every syllable that dribbled from his chapped lips. The doctor and the couple that had scheduled the appointment had something in common. They had babies in common. Except he had produced seven of t