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Khaled Hosseini

"I was good at being a doctor my patients liked me. At times people trust you with things they wouldn't tell their spouses. It was a real privilege."

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"I was good at being a doctor my patients liked me. At times people trust you with things they wouldn't tell their spouses. It was a real privilege."

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