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“Hold her down. You, put the packs around her limbs.”

“What is this? Why is her flesh turning black?”


“My God, will she survive?”

“The question is how much of her will.”

Trifecta asked us for 33 words of dialogue and I was for some reason SUPER cold on the way to work today (I think because I’m tired), so that’s my excuse for more doom, death and destruction which seems to have been my theme of the week. All of that leads to feeling that I should be wearing all black and a hat with a veil. With super red lipstick of course.