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11/09/2004: "Fit"

I met the florist from Alaska, but I'm not going to say anything about that. I was talking to the afternoon receptionist and we heard an out side door close. Footsteps, and a police officer came down the hall and out another door. He got into his patrol car and drove off. I had a suspicion and went across the street. I saw a teacher walking rapidly down the hall. She confirmed what I thought: the little girl had had one of her seizures, and they were waiting for the squad to arrive. The officer eventually turned up (the seizure was over and she lay, exhausted and frightened, on a cot in the office), and after several tries the ambulance arrived. Across the street the alarms went off intermittently, but no one paid any attention.