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Feb 20, 2008 15:45

Lab. Scalpel. Where are my patients? My eyes and entrails and formaline. Gone. Gone. Mother, of more worth in death than you were alive - sisters. Where are your jars.

.......CASSIAN. You have not yet suffered my dismissal, nor had you asked to take your leave from my presence. You'll surely have an explanation for this anomaly ( Read more... )

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1/ repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:06:50 UTC
repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:07:11 UTC
repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:07:25 UTC
repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:07:40 UTC
Done! repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:07:56 UTC
...Doctor.

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disce_omnes February 20 2008, 08:15:13 UTC
And you are?

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repairedbywebs February 20 2008, 08:17:04 UTC
Will you break my heart?

You were caught between my teeth for a full day

Someone who remembers your previous visit.

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disce_omnes February 20 2008, 08:27:39 UTC
I prize surgical precision over other ungainly methods, madam.

Previous visit?

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