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April 21, 2013

Lester looks in the plate There lying with the steak and his confusion is clearly part of his tongue, neatly sawed in half.  He can feel the blood gargling at the corner of his mouth.  This is a bad thing.  He cannot go to the ER.  That will mean the end of his freedom he knows.   This is a terrible mistake.  But they could fix it.  He is scared.  Filled with Anxiety, leaping up from the table into fog.That evening he looks in the  mirror.  His shirt is soaked with dried blood. There is nothing for it but the peroxide.