Muffled conversations stopped as it became apparent that the short woman at the front of the lecture hall was ready to begin. The Dean stepped up next to her and said, "Today's speaker is Cynthia King and she's going to be talking about her experience working as a pharmacist in a hospice." The Dean sat down in the front row. The woman, Cynthia, straightened the jacket of her sensible pants suit that was in a light shade of puke green. She looked up seriously and surveyed the small crowd through her trendy thick red framed glasses; the crowd was barely one quarter of the capacity that the hall could hold.
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