Friday, August 24, 1952

[df_citizen]

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A toussled and thoroughly insulted Belle is on that table of doom. Guards are posted outside of the room that only has one spot light and finally two men robed in surgical gowns and masks walk in with clip boards. To make the area more

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[bookloverbeauty]

*she's really nervous, but right now more pissed and angry, glaring at the men as they come in*

I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about.

[df_citizen]

You've been here long enough. I'm sure you know some friends who have some special gifts?

[bookloverbeauty]

I just said. I. Don't. Know. Now let me go!

[df_citizen]

*scratches down some notes*

Are you married?