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[May. 27th, 2009|06:31 am] |
No.. [stream of Romani curses]
I need a doctor. One familiar with mutants. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|04:29 pm] |
I need something, anything to do. Anyone have ideas? |
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[May. 27th, 2009|07:49 pm] |
Mr. Rosier... According to my estimates, your revenue on the blackjack table should be up around 10% - my goal is another 10. How close am I? |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
( Ilya ) |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:15 pm] |
( Rurik ) |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:22 pm] |
And I thought one hospital was full of bureaucratic bullshit.
I don't think I can handle a whole country's worth.
The only question is now- Fiji, or Amsterdam? Or at least, which first?
So this is what being retired feels like.
How boring. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:27 pm] |
Hey, fairy mine! |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
Do all the offices in this hospital come with their very own surgery ghost? Christ, where's a guy gotta go to get some sleep?
And who keeps-
Oh. Oh.
Dr. Cuddy? Izzy- Dr. Stevens- told me to speak to you. I'm a new transfer- or something. And I don't mean to get off on the wrong foot, but I think I'm going to need to take a leave of absence, here soon. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
So Jack, I found out why I was feeling as bad as I have been well still am with this one. It isn't one. It's three. Yeah, me and Owen are gonna have triplets. It would also explain why I'm getting bigger so quick. I have to keep saying it to belive it. I kinda hoped it'd just be one.
Owen? |
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