S.T. grabbed his gear as soon as the doors unlocked. The Head Bastard's headtrip into Sunday School logic didn't mean much. Though the glee over dinner hit a nerve. Something in the food, again?
S.T. thought about it. He remembered every shitty moment in this place. All the ones he remembered, obviously. They joined up with the usual blackouts duct-taping them together, along with 29 years of what could only be called relative normality.
He thought about taking a quick detour. Then didn't bother. Either Landel had his drugs running on speed-dial or he was just being an asshole. No points for anyone betting on the latter.
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S.T. thought about it. He remembered every shitty moment in this place. All the ones he remembered, obviously. They joined up with the usual blackouts duct-taping them together, along with 29 years of what could only be called relative normality.
He thought about taking a quick detour. Then didn't bother. Either Landel had his drugs running on speed-dial or he was just being an asshole. No points for anyone betting on the latter.
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