When I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home today, Mr. Matthews was waiting for me at the front desk. He complained of a mysterious rash on his upper thighs, and said I was the only one who could cure it. When he opened his bathrobe to show me the rash, I saw right away that it was actually just ketchup. Some of it was smeared across his leg, and I noticed a little had rubbed onto the robe as well. I told him all he needed was a little soap and water to cure that rash, and I began my chores for the day.
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