Reading a book.
Being called in.
Looking
up
at the
parachutes and
planes.
Looking up at Pulski's toothy smile.
Lights.
Planes.
Parachutes.
Walls.
Pitter patter of the rain.
Parachutes.
Pitter.
Planes.
Patter.
Novocaine.
Novocaine.
Novocaine.
I hate it.
I hate
novocaine.
I'm fine with needles.
I
just
hate
novocaine.
And I
also hate
how
everytime I'm in to have some weird procedure done to me
the wizard show is on.
I hate
this freaking
wizard show.
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