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There is darkness. There are shrubs. There

  • There is darkness. There are shrubs. There is a cigarette bud. There is fire.

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  • There is smoke. There is flashing. There is pain.

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  • There are thoughts. Flashes of thoughts. Again, there is pain.

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  • My joints told me it was going to rain, and it did. Was I psychic?

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  • No, your joints are compressed due to the low pressure front which also brought the rain. If you were psychic you'd project the previous folds contents into my mind. Then I'd write

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  • you a regimen to be followed which I'm sure you would not because of the frustratingly low rate of patient compliance. So what exactly would you like us doctors to do for you?" I h

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  • ad hoped this conversation would go differently, but I could tell by the patient's shifty-eyed response that there was no way he'd cooperate. "Give him placebos," I whispered to

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  • the nurse. "This is an *original* fansub of Lodoss Wars", he said carefully, putting the VHS in the TV. The subject squealed in delight, as "The Last Unicorn" placebo-tape began.

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  • The subject was of course still in the lobby of the experiment.

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  • The subject sat in the lobby, smoking cigarettes and pretending to read magazines, but after three hours it got up and left the experiment, sighing heavily and rolling its eyes.

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