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Solitaire Darts

11 Feb

The ambulance was en route to an unknown destination. She wielded a scissor-like object, cut the sleeves of my sweat jacket, and pushed up my three-quarter shirt sleeves. She jabbed needles and tubes along my hands and arms and jiggled them to cause bruises. I appeared to be a track-marked junkie. She told me to cooperate when I am at the hospital.

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