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I am finally out of that miserable place... I don't... want to see the hospital bill... I can barely keep up with rent, and now this... why is it that I share a respectable title with all of the miserable men who stick needles in my arm, yet they still make more than I do?
...I think I'm making borscht for dinner tonight. The beets
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But really, you should eat, you know. I can make some borscht and bring it over on my way to Peter's.
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Those beets better be fresh.
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O-of course! I never cook without fresh ingredients. That spoils the meal.
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Just let me know when you're heading out then...
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Ha! I'd be surprised if you could remember anything from the hospital at all, mate. I sure as hell won't. Coulda sworn they'd doubled my doses or something. But hey, if y'did apologize- Apology accepted.
Again.
Now, I won't pretend there hasn't been damage done. But it's physical damage, and it ain't unrepairable. You can make it up to me doc, by asking questions first before y'swing that pipe. And maybe footing my next coupla drinks at Chueca~
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I remember plenty... if I wasn't dreaming, that is. I wish I didn't.
The nurses thought it best to up my dosage after I attempted escape the second time.
I tend to be a swing first ask questions later sort of person. My mistake... I'll... meet you for drinks sometime in the near future. Preferably when your leg heals.
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