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Apr 2018
He had memorized every single crack in the ceiling and the walls around him and had begun to imagine what the doctors would do if bugs could get in there and fell all over his face when one of the nurses who he had forgotten the name of
(there were too many to keep track),
told him he'd be allowed out soon.
He couldn't seem to match her enthusiasm no matter how much she went on about it.
Written by
sam  Neither
     croob and mjad
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