Room 525, Sunday Afternoon (and later)

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Eric was a little confused at the messages he was getting today. First, there was the girl who thought that Eric had said she was his mother. He called her back, not really sure what to say, but saying something anyway. Then there was the girl who called him a slut, which got a swift and indignant response.

And then there was the girl whose brain he apparently broke. Um. Oops?

[More to come, with any luck. Watch this space!]