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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 20:12:40 GMT -5
Lachryma rubs her stomach, feeling violated.
"Yes, yes, all is real. People sit at table, Mel wanders off, and dead ones' heads start to bother me."
She adjusts her poncho slightly. Drops of blood hit the floor.
"And nearby hospital is overrun, gets ugly."
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