Tucker Archer

Chapter 360: Wayzgoose

In Uncategorized on December 26, 2011 at 1:56 am

St. Bart’s sacred day is long since past, and yet we still have a fun little shindig to attend.

Apparently in my sleep, the doc and Ripley started a tedious little tradition. Day after Christmas, without fail, they throw a little fête for all the hospital staff. It’s a strange thing, to sip warm champagne with a gross of your look-a-likes.

My throat is ragged from making small talk, my head aches from chit-chat. How can I share so much of my DNA with these people, and yet hate everything about them?

Ripley waves. Someone for me to “meet.”


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