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Lester B. Morrisonv by Mr. Whiskets
I got nearly all the bottles filled before I started floating out of my body.
The tension was incredible.
Like before a storm.
Big thunderheads rolling in, the temperature is dropping and the wind comes up, turning the leaves over the way it does, rustling through your hair and clothes.
I couldn't stand it any longer.
I licked my hands all over, drank what was left in the burette, then knocked back a couple vials just to make sure I'd be good and dosed.
I still have super-power acid night vision, cognitive invisibility and... (phone disconnects) (tape ends)
Lester B. Morrison
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