Anita edged towards the front door with a sense of apprehension and stretched her vision through the tiny peephole. She saw a young man, who made her feel slightly on edge as she was unable to make out his expressions that were covered by an intimidating facemask. 


“Hello?” a muffled voice emerged.
“Yes?” she replied.
“I’m here for the assessment.”
Anita hesitantly opened the door to allow the man passage into her home. She offered him a cup of tea but he politely declined. She could at least make out his tired eyes, which she deduced had been exposed to a succession of Groundhog Day-like meetings with the elderly generation well before arriving at her address.

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