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So, alright. Here he is. In... a room. It's not for a session with Dr. Drake or (God forbid) Dr. Huang, and it's not a visitor, and it's not for a meeting with his lawyer... In fact, Harvey doesn't know why he's here. His escort, the guard now standing right outside, wouldn't tell him.
He only knows that it's something, something that's taking its own sweet time showing itself. He leans back in his chair and stares up at the ceiling, waiting.
He only knows that it's something, something that's taking its own sweet time showing itself. He leans back in his chair and stares up at the ceiling, waiting.