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12 October 2005 | 14:20
posted by: przed in the_safehouse

Title: Lost Souls
Author: P.R. Zed
Circuit/Hatstand Archive/Proslib: Yes
Slash/Gen: Slash, if oblique
Disclaimer: Someone else owns Bodie and Doyle; I just use them for my own nefarious purposes
Warning: Death of a major character. Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Notes: For the Chicken and Egg Challenge. queenbamfie gave me Tommy and a photograph. You can direct blame her way.


When he went looking for a place to get a cup of tea and wait for Doyle, the last person that Bodie had expected, or wanted, to find was Tommy McKay. Yet there McKay was, sprawled on his back on the tatty sofa, dead to the world. Which was unusual. McKay shunned headquarters and contact with other agents as much as they shunned him.

Bodie nearly turned around and walked out again, but he wasn't in the habit of avoiding anyone, however unpleasant he found them, so he squared his shoulders and headed to the tea station.

He put the kettle on to boil and made a pot of tea in the cracked and stained brown betty as quietly as possible, hoping not to wake McKay. Contact with Tommy made his teeth itch. The man was a menace, completely irresponsible and wholly lacking in control. Bodie wasn't entirely sure why Cowley kept him on the payroll, except perhaps from a sense of guilt. It had been a CI5 operation, after all, that had led to McKay's family being killed. But Bodie refused to let that excuse the stupid bastard's behaviour.

Grief was one thing, but you couldn't let it control you, could you? And that was exactly what Tommy had done. His grief had controlled him, bent and shaped him until he was nothing more than a raving lunatic, unfit for human company. He shouldn't be allowed to play with sharp knives, let alone automatic weapons. And what did Cowley do? Stick a shotgun in his hands and send him out to maintain the peace. Madness.

Cowley may have kept him on the payroll, but that didn't mean the rest of the squad didn't know the score. Everyone knew what Tommy was like, knew that he had to be watched. New men were warned about him, told not to let him interrogate suspects, told to watch his trigger finger in the field.

His tea made, Bodie added generous helpings of milk and sugar and sat down on one of the room's decrepit chairs. He could see Tommy from where he sat, and that was when he noticed it: a photograph peeking out of the pocket of Tommy's shirt. Curious, Bodie stood and moved closer to the sofa. The visible corner of the photograph revealed a smiling, young woman, her blonde hair blown by the wind. The top of another person's head was just visible beside her, but hidden by the pocket. Bodie was struck by warring impulses. He both wanted to see the whole photograph, and wanted to forget about it completely. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman was Tommy's wife, and he was desperately curious to see whether the person hidden by the pocket was McKay himself, in happier days.

Just then, Tommy stirred, opening his eyes and giving Bodie a hard grin.

"Bodie," he said in acknowledgement.

"Tommy," Bodie responded in level tones.

"Christ I didn't mean to sleep this long." McKay sat up and stretched. "Was out on an all-night obbo and only meant to take a quick kip. Must have needed the sleep."

"Must have," Bodie said noncommittally. And then curiosity won out over his better judgment. "Who's that?" he asked, nodding at the picture still visible at the top of McKay's pocket.

"What?" McKay looked down and automatically pushed the picture back into his pocket, his face going hard as Bodie watched. "Oh, that. No one. Just some people I used to know."

"Oh," Bodie said, not wanting to intrude any further into McKay's business, not wanting to know anything about him that would make him human, make his behaviour understandable. He just wanted to be able to think of him as that mad bastard Tommy, a rabid dog who'd be best off put out of his misery.

"Where's your partner?" Tommy asked. "You're not usually loitering around without him."

"Off running an errand for the Cow. I'm just waiting for him to get back."

"Well, I need to dash myself. Some informants to check in on before I'm due back at the obbo." And then he was gone, leaving Bodie feeling nothing so much as great relief.




Danny Howe entered the rest room and pulled up short. Though he'd only been with CI5 for a matter of weeks, he thought he'd met all of Cowley's operatives. Yet sleeping on the sofa was a man that he hadn't seen before. Dark haired and scowling, with several days' growth of beard darkening his face, even asleep the man looked dangerous.

Howe turned to Murphy, coming in behind him. "Who's..." he started to ask, stopping in surprise as Murphy grabbed him by the back of his jacket and hauled him out of the rest room.

"Hey!" Howe started to protest, only to be silenced by a dark look from Murphy.

"Who was that?" he asked more quietly, his curiosity piqued by such rough behaviour from the usually amiable Murphy.

"That was Bodie," Murphy said with a frown. "3.7."

"3.7?" Howe had heard the rumours. Something about an agent who couldn't be trusted, though no one had said exactly why.

"Yeah, 3.7." Murphy looked at Howe as if he was judging how far he could trust him. "Look, you're going to hear this sooner or later, and I'd rather it come from me. You need to be careful if you work around Bodie. He's not..." Murphy paused, as if searching for the right words. "Well, not entirely sane, I suppose is the best way of putting it."

"Then why the hell is he on the squad?" Howe asked, outraged that someone like that would have been chosen as one of Cowley's Bisto Kids.

"He hasn't always been that way. He used to be one of the best. One of the very best."

"What happened?"

"His partner was killed." Murphy pursed his lips. "Ray Doyle was shot down by a sniper in front of Bodie. They never found the shooter, and Bodie's never quite been the same."

"It must be hard to lose a partner, but why'd he take it that hard?"

"Bodie and Doyle were...close," Murphy said with finality.

"How close?"

"Very close. Look, the point is you need to watch Bodie if you're ever on assignment with him. Make sure he doesn't go over the top. And for Christ's sake, never mention Doyle in front of him."

"Okay." Howe looked back at the rest room door. "Now, what about that tea you promised me."

"You don't want to go back there. I'll stand you a cuppa at the caff down the road."

"You're on," Howe said, letting Murphy lead the way.





Bodie came awake with a shudder, his dreams once again having turned into nightmare. He couldn't even remember when he'd managed to sleep through the night. He just kipped out when he could, and hoped he woke before the dreams came.

Always, the dreams were the same. Ray was sitting across from him, smiling just like he had on that last day that neither of them had known was a last day. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, a bright flower of blood bloomed on his chest. He collapsed in Bodie's arms, his heart already stopped, his eyes glazed with death, and Bodie felt his voice go hoarse with screaming.

And always, as he awoke, Bodie had the same thought: thank Christ that was only a dream. Then reality came down and crushed him and he remembered that the dream was true, that Doyle was dead, and that he'd left Bodie to carry on without him.

He sat up on the sofa, wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched. He felt like shite, but that was nothing new. He looked around the rest room, knowing it would be empty. They all avoided him now. Even Jax, who'd made the effort for longer than he should have done, out of deference to Ray's memory. Even Murphy, who'd been his best friend, outside of Ray. None of them wanted to spend time with CI5's resident nutter, and Bodie couldn't blame them one bit.

Bodie knew what would happen when he was out in the field, every single time. Knew, and was powerless to stop himself. Some stupid toerag would give him lip, and all he'd see was Ray's face, cold and still with death. Then he'd lose his rag. If the stupid bastard who'd crossed him was lucky, he'd get off with a few bruises, but there'd been one or two who'd nearly died. Bodie didn't want to think about the amount of damage control the Cow'd had to do on his behalf these last two years.

He couldn't help it. They'd never found out who'd done it, who'd taken Ray's life with a single bullet, and Bodie was fixated on the thought that this villain might just be the one. That this bastard might be the man who'd taken away everything Bodie had ever cared for and turned his hopes to ashes.

It had to end soon, that was certain. Cowley wouldn't put up with him forever. And Bodie was getting tired. Tired of the fruitless search for the bastard who'd done Ray, tired of fighting his own nature. Tired of breathing, when it came to that.

Soon enough, Cowley would throw him out of the squad. Or he'd quit. Or his reflexes would be just a fraction too slow out in the field.

Death would be a mercy, even if he was convinced that Cowley's God would cast him down to the other place rather than give a lost soul like him even a spare corner of paradise.

But he wasn't the sort to commit suicide, not even when his life had lost all meaning. He would go on as he had and fate would take care of the rest. Christ knew he hadn't the energy to make his own choices.

Bodie stood, stretching out muscles grown stiff from sleeping on a sofa too short for his frame. He put on his holster and checked his gun, then picked up his jacket from where he'd thrown it and shrugged it on. And as he always did, he touched two fingers to his breast pocket, feeling the photograph that rested inside. He couldn't look at the picture anymore—it hurt too much to see Ray smiling and happy, his arm slung over Bodie's shoulder—but he needed the comfort of knowing it was there, of having some record of the man he'd lost.

Zipping up his jacket and squaring his shoulders, he headed back to his own personal battlefield.

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Comments {31}

SnarkyLlama

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from: llamabitchyo
date: 12 October 2005 18:49 (UTC)
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Very nicely done. Love the symmetry--though I'll definitely have to send some blame queenbamfie's way.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 20:57 (UTC)
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The symmetry was what convinced me I had to write this piece.

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Thoraa

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from: thoraarwin
date: 12 October 2005 19:40 (UTC)
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Damn- that's what I get for not reading the warning:-)) Though I doubt it would stop me from reading this- I always enjoy your writing!*g* And now I ache for both Tommy and Bodie...*sniff*

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 20:58 (UTC)
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Perhaps I should have bolded the warning. And made it really big.

Thanks for the kind comments. And sorry to inflict the heartache.

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Blood Dragon

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from: dragonmuse
date: 12 October 2005 19:46 (UTC)
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Lol, another one who didn't read the warnings. But, again, it didn't matter. It just made the impact that much more significant as I tried to fit the world around that one scene, if that makes sense. The parallels drawn were fantastic, and the subtelty used was really good, too, I felt.

So painful, yet so good.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 20:59 (UTC)
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Glad the parallels worked for you. And that you thought it was subtle. (Every time I thought it was getting heavy-handed, I started doing some serious cutting.)

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Caro Dee

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from: carodee
date: 12 October 2005 19:56 (UTC)
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Ow! Painful yet so beautifully written. I can absolutely see Bodie going in this direction. The irony of it being that Bodie had no sympathy for Tommy because he didn't know he had someone to lose like that. It does sort of help explain why Cowley kept Tommy on, seen through the lens of his doing so for Bodie as well.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 21:02 (UTC)
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On watching the episode again, I found it really interesting that it was Bodie who had no use for Tommy, while Doyle was willing to make the effort to understand him. I'm afraid that doomed them both in this story.

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Enednoviel

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from: enednoviel
date: 12 October 2005 21:14 (UTC)
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He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, a bright flower of blood bloomed on his chest. He collapsed in Bodie's arms, his heart already stopped, his eyes glazed with death, and Bodie felt his voice go hoarse with screaming.

This nearly made me cry. Really heartbreaking.
And yes, the parallel is really what makes it work.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 21:54 (UTC)
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I really need to go write something happy now. Poor lads.

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Doylebaby

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from: doylebaby
date: 12 October 2005 21:37 (UTC)
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Also overlooked the warning, but I'm glad I read it. I like the comparison between Bodie and Tommy, it needs only one second to turn you a bit insane.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 12 October 2005 21:53 (UTC)
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That's it, I'm bolding the warning.

I am glad to hear that you liked the story, though.

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empty_mirrors

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from: empty_mirrors
date: 12 October 2005 22:06 (UTC)
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Interesting and clever. Loved it. Thank you.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 01:09 (UTC)
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.

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from: metabolick
date: 12 October 2005 23:27 (UTC)
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Wow! Very powerful. I ache for Bodie and Tommy too. I normally avoid death fics, but for some reason I read this one despite the warning. You have cleverly drawn the parallels. Nicely done. But now I'm going to have to go read something happy.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 01:09 (UTC)
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Well, I'm at least glad you went in warned. And trust me, I'm just about to go write something happy.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 13 October 2005 00:12 (UTC)
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Ouch - that jolt when you realise what's coming... and the hideousness of thank Christ that was only a dream.

Heartstrings nicely jerked - thank you :)

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 01:11 (UTC)
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Heartstrings nicely jerked - thank you :)

Um, you're welcome? :-/

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Amy H. Sturgis

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from: eldritchhobbit
date: 13 October 2005 12:52 (UTC)
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Augh! This is simply fantastic. You play out the parallel so well and show what "Heroes" always implied, that Tommy and Bodie might well be the same man at different points along the way. Bodie's reaction to Tommy's mystery photo - and, for that matter, his presence in the room - is so perfect. Tommy's "Just some people I used to know" is wrenching, because it's clear that he is no longer who he was, that the original Tommy was as much a casualty as his wife. And Bodie's "Christ knew he hadn't the energy to make his own choices" is absolutely stunning. It tells us so much about what Doyle meant to him, and it also explains retroactively so much about Tommy's motivation. I can't say it enough - I loved this. Thank you (and queenbamfie! :) ) for a beautifully painful and insightful piece.

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Amy H. Sturgis

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from: eldritchhobbit
date: 13 October 2005 12:52 (UTC)
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I'm recommending this in my LJ if you don't mind! ;)

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 13:30 (UTC)
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I'm honoured.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 13:29 (UTC)
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Thanks. Wrenching though it is, I have to admit that I'm really pleased with how it turned out. I do think Tommy and Bodie can be seen as two sides of the same coin, and Bodie's vehemence in running down Tommy just emphasizes this.

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Amy H. Sturgis

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from: eldritchhobbit
date: 13 October 2005 13:51 (UTC)
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I do think Tommy and Bodie can be seen as two sides of the same coin, and Bodie's vehemence in running down Tommy just emphasizes this.

Yes yes yes! Exactly. Well said. And this story does this real justice. Thanks again!

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Zebra

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from: zebra363
date: 13 October 2005 14:09 (UTC)
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I really liked that, especially He would go on as he had and fate would take care of the rest. Christ knew he hadn't the energy to make his own choices.

It's always good to get a reminder that you need to walk in someone's shoes before you can have any idea how they feel, too.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 13 October 2005 16:35 (UTC)
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Bodie certainly seemed to need that reminder with Tommy. I think I see Bodie's reaction to Tommy as a rejection of part of his own nature that he was all too happy to keep locked within him. And unfortunately, this version of him finds the key that unlocks that nature.

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Maybe I'm the plucky comic relief...?

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from: agentxpndble
date: 14 October 2005 00:34 (UTC)
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Excellent! Fabulous!!! You hit all my buttons and you've really caught all the character's "voices" just right. eldritchhobbit (as usual) has said everything I would say, except better, so "ditto"... ;-)

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 14 October 2005 03:30 (UTC)
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Thanks! I was hoping the voices were right. And I'm glad to have hit all your buttons.

Nice icon, BTW.

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bistokidsfan

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from: bistokidsfan77
date: 16 October 2005 22:52 (UTC)
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*sniff* *tremble* *sniff, wipe* Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


It's ok that you ripped out my heart - you did warn after all...

Very well done, ma'am. The images are very strong and compelling. The Bodie section made me understand the Tommy section even better. Oh, going to go cry more now.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 17 October 2005 01:21 (UTC)
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Yeah, that warning is there (and bold) for a reason.

Sorry to make you cry. Though it is nice to hear that you thought it was strong.

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bistokidsfan

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from: bistokidsfan77
date: 17 October 2005 02:22 (UTC)
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Oh, no worries. It was a *good* cry ;) Brilliant piece and your prompt just screamed angst, so I knew what I was getting into.

I'm a total Bodie-girl, and this just twisted my poor luv so, I cried on his behalf. I'd understand if those sirens are the men in white coats comes to coax me back from going round the twist *grin*

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 18 October 2005 14:26 (UTC)
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If the men in white coats are coming for you, they're coming for us all. ;)

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