Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180514211744/@comment-3293219-20180527115958

"Fuck this work man..." The Deadhead, who had hold of Harriot grunted as he walked away.

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"It wouldn't feel right." Jennifer sighed, resting her eyes.

"I'd rather help the people here... Live on their own terms."

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The Sheriff burst into the Doctor's office, looking somewhat frantic.

"Holy shit, thank God you ain't dead! I thought... Never mind." She sighed, looking around.

"I was assured we had this under control."