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Spider walked almost aimlessly towards the stairs, continuing to monologue.
"The people here are violent, incongruous, strange in ways that would send strange itself barking into the night covering its asshole. It's like The City, without any of the City-parts. Like my little hellish disinfected City within The City. Maybe this spongy, malignant tub of cocksucker they call head doctor just wants another book out of me before he lets me out of these infernal parenthesis. Then I can get back to the business of getting the fuck out of where I was before."
Spider chewed on a cigarette that wasn't there, stopped when he realized it was his lip, and climbed the stairs. Some ever-vigilant part of his brain was telling him he might have to start running soon, but all his really competent brain-parts were helping with his speech.
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