"Fair enough," Zelnick said. "I doubt you'd recognize mine, either." His smile was pained. "You can call me whatever you like, though I think I'd prefer just Zelnick."
"Huh. Then I wonder what started this one..." Bemused, stared at the apple core he held. "I suppose the stresses of the night and being torn away from everything you've ever known could drive one to some pretty stupid things."
Not that he was one to talk.
Setting the apple core on his desk (there didn't seem to be a rubbish recycler), he smiled as winningly as he could (the stresses of being torn away from everything he'd ever known were stressful, to say the least) and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have some spare paper, would you? I seem to have left my journal in another patient's room."
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"Huh. Then I wonder what started this one..." Bemused, stared at the apple core he held. "I suppose the stresses of the night and being torn away from everything you've ever known could drive one to some pretty stupid things."
Not that he was one to talk.
Setting the apple core on his desk (there didn't seem to be a rubbish recycler), he smiled as winningly as he could (the stresses of being torn away from everything he'd ever known were stressful, to say the least) and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have some spare paper, would you? I seem to have left my journal in another patient's room."