Dossier Thirty

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[Henrietta is hidden in one of the stalls of the bathrooms in the coliseum, puking into the toilet. She's sweating, shivering, her eyes slightly unfocused.] It's changed a lot, I guess. That's my fault, though. [Urk, shouldn't have tried talking to herself. She heaves again, but nothing else comes up.]

...ah...I guess that's a good thing.




[[Tags will be slow, as I'm still churning away on assignments, but I was going crazy with boredom and this is a good way to reward myself between sections of essay. Oh, and Henrietta is de-angeled and back at the Agency now.]]

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I'm glad. Um, but...if you do feel sick again, I'll bring you more tea. And maybe you should lie down, for a little while.