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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[homomachinis]

Well that sounds like a shitty sight. The view from the hospital, I mean.

[homomachinis]

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I'd rather know what I'm up against than not, to be honest.