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ℬooker ̶Deωitt ♠ ([personal profile] alternate123) wrote on October 16th, 2014 at 03:24 am
Well shit. Speaking of aliases and poker faces, between religion and politics, Isaac wormed his way into conversation. "Poor son of a bitch." He shook his head and lifted his glass to have a sip in honors of a fallen soldier. Ever since Isaac returned he had never been quite the same. Anyone you'd ask that knew him before wouldn't know him now. His rantings and hysterics were not something most people in this society took kindly to. It was only a matter of time before they came for him, especially with Isaac's inability to accept or afford a permanent caregiver 24/7.

"When's he getting out?" After a lobotomy, an answer he already knew. The better question is: "when are we getting him out?"
 
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