Your behavior is scrutinized and the worst deductions are made about you. There is too much food, way too much time, gossip, personalities always carry the day, above all so-called "professional" behavior. In this hospital (University of Cincinnati Medical Center, 8 West, my ward) nothing really important I can see goes on and nothing too horrifying either. The goal is to stack everyone on a shelf and feed them and let them rest, drugging them back to their "proper levels." Our failure to move on in life keeps this carousel spinning. Soon. Something. Somewhere.
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Henry Reed's Journal
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This is the personal journal of Randy Russell, named after the Henry Reed
books, by Keith Robertson, which were written in the form of journals.
Thus, *HEN...
12 years ago
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to hell with poverty
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