Room 402, Thursday evening after classes

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[The door is open. Shep is bouncing a tennis ball off the wall opposite his bed. Again. A sure sign that he's had better days. Anyone wandering by can hear:]

*thunk*

My life thucks. Ki'en allergieth thuck.

*thunk*

Leh'ing my big mout' geh me in twouble in shop thucks.

*thunk*

People dying thucks. Even if you don' know dem.

*thunk*

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"Day not get any better, Shep?" Mac says as he watches the ball bounce off the wall.