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Foggy eyesight prevented me from seeing who was man-handling me into what felt to be some kind of transport. They were putting a seat belt on me and trying to get my head to stay back but, despite my own efforts to keep it level too, it kept slumping forward as though the muscles in my neck were mush.
Sick Bastards
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