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is right hand (just below his thumb) in order to take his mind off the man in the lab coat who sat across from him at the beaten, scarred, wood table. It didn't work. A

water?" asked the boy's capt

seness of the itch would be deduced, and the lab coated man would disappear out of the cell and return with... God knows what. Kurt ha

as if the speaker was an absent-minded waiter. The itch now leaped with the d

papers attached to the clipboard. Several yellow forms near the top half inch were labeled 27B.

asn't listening. Was that

hing routine. It had leaped again, this time onto his scalp, and the twitching f

mself bleed with all that scratching. The man adjusted his glasses, which didn't help, as his vision impairment was due to the dim lighting. The singular bulb, being pathetic twice over (as it was: A) the only one in the room, and B) thirty watts too dim), hung from a cord - a more melodramatic touch than he would have employed himself, but from a practical point of view there wasn't much to see even in a well lit concrete basement. A painting or two would clear up the problem nicely, altho

or vice-president, and I have to keep asking Forrester what to do next. Although no one ever called him by that title, or even his name anymore. Just because he had unpacked the first shipment of lab coat

questionnaire had to be completed. And if the boy was ever

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uted quote amused the man, but generated no response from the boy. Di

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