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Rachel looked up at the woman who just walked in, and greeted her quietly. She was pretty. But her gaze always turned back to Dr. Moran, much like a sunflower seeks out the sun. She was most definetely used to the heat in her cheeks by now, seeing as everytime Dr. Moran was around, it seemed to be permanently soaked into her skin.

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"Hello, Luna," Dr. Vaughn smiled, then cocked her head to the side as she watched the girl sit back down. Flipping her long, glossy brown hair over her shoulders, she stuck her hands in her back pockets and turned to Dr. Moran. "I think that if Rachel and Luna really get along, there is no reason why they shouldn't be roommates," she mused in her light voice.
Dr. Vaughn's voice was just as petite as the rest of her, and a lot of times, people thought they were speaking on the phone with a child when they were talking to her. But that did not mean that she was a push-over. Looking at Luna now, she hoped that the girl would at least give her a chance.