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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 17:49:51 GMT
"... What state are we in?"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 17:50:33 GMT
"...I don't know." I get up. "I'll go ask."
Anything to occupy my mind.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 17:52:10 GMT
I get up and follow him, because I havent moved from this ward and its starting to feel ickey.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 18:07:00 GMT
I take the lead to bring us to the reception desk, which is only down the hall.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 18:14:07 GMT
I tag along, closely.. waiting for him to ask the guy at the desk.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 18:20:01 GMT
"Hi. What state are we in? And do you have a pencil and some paper?" I ask.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 18:30:55 GMT
"You're in Ohio..." He says, passing over a pen and some paper.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 18:35:04 GMT
"Thanks. Do you have a guitar here?" I ask next.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 18:39:55 GMT
"Maybe on the kids ward, but I wouldnt recommend playing it around here. You'll disturb the patients."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 18:42:18 GMT
"Can i play it outside? Can we go outside?" I try
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