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Join Date: Aug 2000
Location: a wretched hive of scum and villainy
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I remember standing over a co-worker who was laying on the ground and who had been badly burned in a refinery fire. I couldn't tell if he was on his back or stomach.
There weren't enough distinguishing marks to tell if it was his face or the back of his head I was looking at.
I didn't feel anything. Completely numb for a long time.
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