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Two names caught Cam’el’ s eye. He set the three-year old on the floor. That was all it took to send her on a beeline for the electronic notepad, which had fallen between the futon and fichus tree. To Karin it was a toy. Her small hand hovering before selecting a face on the screen, causing it to fade and read ‘healed.’
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Satisfied, she smiled.  Cam’el copied the names into his phone, and turned off the machine.  Twice a week, he drove Human-Centered Vehicles (HCV), a fleet business he’d started with money from a small inheritance his Dad left.  Rideshare income wasn’t much, but Cam’el loved meeting new people and saw the venture feeding into something larger.

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