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"You're...all leaving?"
Mr. Hawk was in the shower; he had woken up from fainting seven hours later, and Olivia had forced him into the shower. He felt woozy, a bit drowsy as well, stood still in the shower, leaning against the wall. He stayed like that for about an hour, thoughts racing in his mind. Oddly enough, he did not remember much about what had happened, and he was also incredibly hungry that his stomach growling echoed throughout the bathroom. The only memories that were retrieved was when he shot the doorknob, held Mike against the wall and aimed at Olivia. However, even those made his fist slam against the wall of the shower, disappointed in himself for having had one of those rage fits he had had before. He assumed they had settled, but adding drugs to the equation had caused a sudden disruption in h
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