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04-11-2009, 07:16 PM
"I get it, so you're not the doctor. That's good. Because I have said a lot of bad things that I am not willing to get my arms and legs hacked off for with no drugs to make it not hurt." Myles yawned. The room was small, it gave you a claustrophobic feeling unless the curtains were open. Everything was white, except for the tacky wallpaper with ABC's and miscellaneous animals. Was he that short to be considered a toddler?!
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