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J.D. Barker
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February 16 - February 23, 2023
They’ve got this place locked down tighter than a Catholic schoolgirl’s asshole.”
“Your diet of fast food and candy bars doesn’t help. Your body is supposed to be a temple. You treat yours like a slum lord hoping to collect insurance after the fire.”
“We’re gonna need a bigger box,” Kloz said in his best New England accent, which wasn’t very good.
Some kid named Weasel.
It was the boy’s sweatshirt, emblazoned with the logo of a baseball team—the Charleston Riverdogs.
He smiled back at the doctor, though, and followed him through the door, a sense of déjà vu rushing over him.
old navy-blue trench coat was bunched up and lying on the floor.
“When I broke my arm, I couldn’t use it for nearly a month. I learned to do everything with my other one. You should try too.
About as many times as Hillburn borrowed your coat, his mind shot back. That old navy blue trench you loved so much.
More than once, he’d consciously shut the movement down only to find his leg bouncing again several minutes later.
Tegan was in the image that followed.
he was still at least forty pounds lighter than the man Porter knew.
He recognized the man in the next photograph as well. Not
MONTEHUGH LABS – CORONA VIRUS – SEVERE ACUTE RESPIRATORY SYNDROME.
