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Belly of the Beast
“Just explain it to me because I’m having an extremely difficult time figuring out if you’re suicidal or just f*****g stupid,” Silas snaps in exasperation. I tune him out as he continues his ten-minute – and counting – long tirade regarding me and my sanity. I focus on meticulously organising my sample slides in their case in alphabetical order by species name. I’m just approaching the C’s when Silas’ hand comes slamming down on the desk in front of me, causing several slides to jostle out of place. I slowly look up at him, burring my eyes into his skull, “You made me lose my place,” I say with quiet dissatisfaction. “At least I’ve gotten your f*****g attention,” he says acerbically. I roll my eyes, “Are you developing early-onset senility? Is there a reason I need to repeat my plan t
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