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.
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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