My first attempt... Here goes nothing:

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I believe I can recall a time, say 5 years ago, when I was in love with my job. However, as time went pass, the concept of a community pharmacist became less alluring. The job was still as fulfilling, that was without a doubt-the lack of a fruitful love life was the main cause of demise. Due to professional commitment and the fact that I'm the only local pharmacist, I can hardly find time to make any friends at all.

On the 6^th of June I recall a certain special incident that I believe changed my life. It definitely rekindled passion in my job once again. I felt enliven.

She walked in, gorgeously brown hair and a sharp angular nose that sparked a hint of defiance. Her eyes seem to be intensely looking around the room, almost animal-like, reminding me of a bright-eyed scavenger. Skin hugging black dress, simply designed with dilapidated and frayed skirt ends and a pair of blood red heels highlighted her supple and soft skin. But it was her eyes, her eyes that captured me. Those charming green eyes instantly encaged me.

She spoke, and I was lost in paradise. Her name was Tabitha, not local. She told me that she was suffering from type 2 diabetes and would require Amaryl, a once in day sulfonylurea. However, she was unable to produce a prescription notice from a medical doctor. I told her I might not be able to provide her with the drug if she cannot give me the empowerment letter as I was not about to go against my professional ethics. As soon as these words left my eyes, I regretted it. She eyes flared up for a moment, and I was sure I saw an old woman's glare. I looked harder and her face instantly softened - her soulful eyes turned watery (almost too quickly to be true) and the nose starting twitching with the first sign of a powerful sob. That image was so evocatively heartbreaking that I swear I could have pinched myself for making up that old woman face. How can she possibly be any less beautiful! A multitude of thoughts ran through my head, some personal and others, principled. Tabitha started to turn the other way and I knew I have only a total of 2 seconds to decide a possibly life-changing verdict. I asked her to stop. Once again, somehow, her face which was filled with sorrow a moment ago almost magically lit up. Her splendor seems to dull my professional morals and I told her I trust her. After handing over exactly 7 pills of Amaryl, I asked Tabitha to write down her particulars including her personal number and address. I tried to sound as personal as possible when demanding the details though it was a completely personal request. I have a feeling she knew about my intentions. As she left the pharmacy, I knew inside that this will not be the last time I'll see her. Not just because I am the only pharmacist nearby but also because I only gave her enough Amaryl for a week.

Tabitha came back 2 days later, asking for more Amaryl. This time, she looked a little sickly. I was concerned not just because she looked under par, but also because she finished a week's worth of pancreas affecting drugs in two days. This cannot be good for her liver and pancreas. I asked her if she was following my recommended dosage and she firmly but politely told me she knows her body best and assured that I not worry. I obligated.

During the following 3 weeks, Tabitha came to me once every two of three days. We became very close friends and would go for movie and dinner after the first few meetings. Whenever she comes to my pharmacy to buy more drugs, she would look sicklier than before. However, during the many occasions when we would meet up again in the evening, she would look just as dazzling as when I first saw her. I never questioned her, knowing that some girls are just not morning creatures - maybe I should have.

In those three magical weeks, Tabitha and I became best of friends. I would share with her my personal, inner-most thoughts and she would gladly listen. However, I never pressed her to reveal to me more about her, though I am not a relationship-guru, I have read my share of dating for idiots. I noted that in those particular three weeks, my luck was apparently very good. A major broadcasting station for free-to-air television chose my pharmacy as a setting for the latest teenage drama revolving sex, drugs and cosmetic surgery. I was most surprised to see increase in the sales of drugs in my pharmacy. I know it sounds strange that such publicity would work for a drug store but it did. I sold more than normal amounts of Paracetamol and charcoal pills. Both are widely available drugs but somehow, everyone seemed to be getting their share from Chin's pharmacy! Additionally, my ailing cat seemed to be getting better. She started sashaying around my apartment in her cat-like manner once again. I don't always see Moxie the cat though, I give her enough food before I head out to work and see her only after my shower late at night. Moxie is a very smart cat, she usually heads out to explore if she is feeling well and enter my apartment through a window near the kitchen. Another particularly interesting fact that I recall was the disappearance of the dogs in my district. My area used to be exaggeratedly engaged with stray dogs. Recently, these dogs either died or started to move out. I really do not care which the case is, I have never liked dogs anyways.

Then it all changed. I was down with a bad case of lung infection and after an initial stay at the hospital, was given 4 weeks medical leave. I called in a friend of mine, another pharmacist to seat in for me. I needed the money from the drug store. Originally, Tabitha would visit me every other day. But as the days dragged to weeks, her visits became less frequent. She told me that she is not feeling very well, particularly because David, the stand-in pharmacist refuse to provide her with the much needed Amaryl. As I was still very week and needed help to move, I have David a pair of keys to my house.

I tried calling David to plea that he dispenses Amaryl to Tabby but he is unwilling to risk his professional reputation. He isn't the type to take risks. Additionally, I know that Tabitha would not be able to charm him given how she looks in the morning, commit to memory that Tabitha isn't a morning person-not at all. Those weeks were bad not just for Tabitha but also for my store. I found out through David that the teenage drama using my drug store somehow portrayed the drugs in my store as ill-gotten impure drugs that caused the death of one of the many anorexic teenage girl in that show. Sales were bad, in fact, they were horrid.

So after resting in bed for about 2 weeks, I regained enough strength to visit the pharmacy on the pretense of looking through the nasty accounts. In fact, I was stealing Amaryl for Tabby. Alright, it can hardly be considered stealing at all; those pills are mine to start with! I took a cab to where Tabitha stays. It is amazing how after so many weeks, I have never been to her house. And the only way I knew where I was heading was from the particulars form I asked Tabby to fill up during 06062006.

I reached her house and was most shocked. It was a run down one room flat that smelt like incense. The corridor was untidy and the place looked haunted almost. I laughed that thought off. I ringed the door bell but no one opened the door. I could distinctively hear chanting from outside. I was almost sure I got the wrong address. Just as I was about to leave, I saw that the window was not locked proper. I crept up out of pure curiosity and peered into the house.

A Witch. I saw a Witch. She was wearing a black dress that seemed too small for the old woman. Her face wrinkled so much it reminded me of orange skin. Her eyes were an ill shade of dirty green and her nose, her nose must have been broken at 4 or 5 points for it is crooked beyond possibility. The Witch's mouth was bleeding and in front of her was a saucepan, the type we make pasta sauces with. She was holding the half eaten body of a dog still winching and bleeding all over. I gasped and in an instant, The Witch stared right at me. I quickly let go of the window plane and started to run for my life. Just then, I tripped and as I regained control and balance, I turned over to see what was tripped me. It was a pair of bloody-red heels.

I spent the afternoon among people in a mall. I couldn't stand being alone for even one second. That glare, that smell and the dog.

My phone rang, and it was David, I picked it up. He was at my place. He became worried when no one picked up his call to my house so he went to take a look. He entered the room with the spare keys I have provided him previously. He told me Moxie my cat was on the sofa and her mouth was somehow covered with blood. He said he washed Moxie up and decided to give me a call as he was worried. I asked to stay at his place that night and he agreed though I made him promise not to ask me why. As I was heading to his place, I sent him a text message which reads:

Don't bring that cat along.

His reply:

Nah, not to worry, she's in my car now and is really well behaved. I never knew you worried about Moxie stretching my car!

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PS: Tabitha was a sitcom about a young witch learning to control her powers.
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabitha_(TV_series)

      The date was 06062006 which contains the numbers 666.

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