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Billy Chenowith ([info]xeroxedcotton) wrote,
@ 2009-07-25 02:53:00
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Lately, I find myself unable to sleep.


I hear heels clicking down the hallway and my mind associates that noise with the nurse.



Not the actual nurse. No, of course not. That would be too fucking logical.



Or maybe my logic is completely illogical, making everything that shouldn't make sense make sense.


My head is pounding. My palms are sweating. My fingers are twitching.



She really gives herself away. It's so much easier for the children to hide, when they can hear her coming.


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