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Infirmary post and spam
Aug. 26th, 2013 12:21 pmGod rot the tentacles off your face, Jones. You ain't quit of me yet.
[Yes, that is public. Bush is too exhausted and hurting to remember how to filter.]
[Spam]
[Bush isn't fond of infirmaries, though this one has the advantages of cool air, no screaming madmen, and no mosquitoes. But he is exhausted, and annoyed that his body seems to be fit but feels like he is half dead. He wakes with a start from restless dreams convinced he has lost his hand, or still has his leg-- it's maddening, and he is on the lookout for any distraction.]
[Yes, that is public. Bush is too exhausted and hurting to remember how to filter.]
[Spam]
[Bush isn't fond of infirmaries, though this one has the advantages of cool air, no screaming madmen, and no mosquitoes. But he is exhausted, and annoyed that his body seems to be fit but feels like he is half dead. He wakes with a start from restless dreams convinced he has lost his hand, or still has his leg-- it's maddening, and he is on the lookout for any distraction.]
