It was a rainy afternoon and the rain pattered on the window. Marcey walks in with a clipboard and a box of syringes. She walks up to you, sitting next to you on the cold, cushioned bed thingy. She smiles softly, grabbing one that is labled "Sleep". Basically meaning to make you sleep it whatever. "Dont worry dear. This wont hurt a bit!" Continue on
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