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There comes a point as you sit there trying to untangle your fingernails from between your teeth as your leg bounces at a million miles a minute, and you think Jesus Christ how’d I get here? Shadows on the screen and a pinch with spreading cold as you nearly shake yourself off the table, you clutch at the cage on your head and breathe deep.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Empty your pockets and take off any metal jewelry before proceeding to the imaging room