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It was cool and dry undereth this place. The AC is working in the desert and I was going to work and seeing my patient. She was a wonderful, docile one in one of the isolation cells. She had been in there since she landed here not cauin trouble but for some reason strangethings would happen inside this area. Nothing violent but certainly queer as in several cases where items dramatically shift from one room to the other and people I work with spouting off usual things that would construde as their inner most personal thoughts. I hadn't had that trouble yet as I walked into the cell and greeted my colleuges and looked at the one way mirror at our slumpering patient, "How is she, today?" I asked.
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