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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 920940" data-attributes="member: 1255">Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts DepartmentBoston, Massachussetslate afternoon, October 2002Jason shakes his head in disbelief.&nbsp; &quot;This is... it's just crazy.&nbsp; Do you know what you're saying?&quot;&nbsp; He puts a fist to his temple, trying to quell the sudden migraine that's pounding in his brain.&nbsp; &quot;You're trying to blame this whole fire thing on me.&nbsp; Or trying to get me committed to a hospital or something.&nbsp; Either way, I'm not liking it.&quot;He starts to outpace the man, pulling ahead for a few moments before abruptly stopping and turning.&nbsp; His face was a mask of indecision.&nbsp; &quot;My emotions?&nbsp; This doesn't make any sense!&nbsp; Entities?&nbsp; Are you high or something?&quot;&nbsp; A sudden light of understanding appears in his eyes.&nbsp; &quot;My parents!&nbsp; They must've sent you, right?&nbsp; Can't butt out of my life, so they send some new-age psychologist to come mess with my head.&nbsp; No thanks.&quot;Once he's said his peace, Jason starts to cut through the park and off for a bar or something.&nbsp; There was a rancid taste in his mouth that he knew from experience only liquour could get out.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 920940, member: 1255"] [i]Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts Department Boston, Massachussets late afternoon, October 2002[/i] Jason shakes his head in disbelief. "This is... it's just crazy. Do you know what you're saying?" He puts a fist to his temple, trying to quell the sudden migraine that's pounding in his brain. "You're trying to blame this whole fire thing on me. Or trying to get me committed to a hospital or something. Either way, I'm not liking it." He starts to outpace the man, pulling ahead for a few moments before abruptly stopping and turning. His face was a mask of indecision. "My [i]emotions[/i]? This doesn't make any sense! [i]Entities[/i]? Are you high or something?" A sudden light of understanding appears in his eyes. "My parents! They must've sent you, right? Can't butt out of my life, so they send some new-age psychologist to come mess with my head. No thanks." Once he's said his peace, Jason starts to cut through the park and off for a bar or something. There was a rancid taste in his mouth that he knew from experience only liquour could get out. [/QUOTE]

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