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19280816 21:08:33
"Jus, jus... mmf frng fuck OK ow. Ow."
Madeline quickly froze in place. "Are you OK? What hurts?"
"Just fucking everything! Sheesh, woman. What's it look like?" Pulaski felt his eyes clench shut as tightly as his lips pressed together while the dull pain coursed through his body. Madeline didn't dare ask what was the source of injury - the particulars of it were the only thing which were different, and asking about it before he was willing to speak of it first was just as likely to cause more grousing. She gingerly patted the pink washcloth over the inch-long gash which lazily oozed blood from the back of the neck. She felt his body tense up in her hands, until he reached for the bottle of whisky on the table and took another generous swig. He finished the intake with a prolonged grumble of exhaustion.
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