Daily Archives: November 17, 2017

back to the ward

The tutu wearing sack of sh-t has returned, Gaston-Berry Police staff psychiatrist Maury “Jiff” Monroe thinks, staring over from his cubicle at Gregg Oden passed out across three chairs against the west wall. He’s going to be sent up the creek a loooong time for this one.

Something’s different about him — it — though.

Of course: the hair.

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“(There’s) something about that police station,” speaks Billie Jean Kidd while studying former blog posts from her tower chair.

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“Who are you?”

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paradise lost

Better break this to Duncan gently when it all shakes out, George deliberates.

No more Bermingham to go back to now!

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