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176195
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Name
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Nit Grit
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saulsberry steak today children!
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174
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0.03
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12/7
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Male
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human
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any type of science and learning new things, skiing, computers, music, travel,
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Location
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Montana
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TOOL LYRICS *Lost Keys* (Blame Hoffman) [Here is the conversation that takes place between the Nurse and the Doctor, and eventually the Doctor and the Patient.] Lost Keys [voices fading in] [Nurse:] Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment? [Doctor:] A moment? What's the question? [Nurse:] More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3. [Doctor:] What's the problem? [Nurse:] That is the problem, we're not sure. [Doctor:] You got the chart? [Nurse:] Right here. [Doctor:] Not much here to say [Nurse:] No doctor, no obvious physical trauma. Vitals are stable. [Doctor:] Name? [Nurse:] No sir. [Doctor:] Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let's get some background on this fella. [Nurse:] No ID. Nothing [heavy breathing in background] And he won't speak to anybody. [Doctor:] Well, let's say hello. Good Morning, I'm Dr. Lawson. How are you today? How - are - you today?! Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise. What's happened? Tell me everything. [Growling and heavy breathing grows louder]
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Registered On
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09/30/07 09:29 PM
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Last Seen
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10/30/23 05:23 PM
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| Current Mood |  | | Signature | "Its only after we've lost everything, that we are free to do anything" <-- Brad Pitt? Fight Club "Nothing is real, not you or me, we just think we are real, its a fantastic illusion, we exist only because something wants us too, why, I have no idea." <-- 1138, DF2 debugger and teacher. |
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