We're on it.
Now the health care tech under observation by State and insurance technical experts on procedure was picking up hypodermic needles and dropping them one by one into the Needle Ball.
"Don't you even care we all went to school together?!" A frantic girl started at the Tech but stopped short of interference. "Maybe that's why they sent me. I'm not from here." The Tech responded cooly.
The Tech deposited the Needle Ball back in a Hazmat container in a kind of ambulance and took off gloves and face shield. She walked to a nearby car and blurt-yelled at friends, "I used to care. But that may have been the millionth."
"What time are you done? It's beans and hotdogs at the Bat Cave campsite!"
A piece of paper drifted toward the ambulance-van on a light ground wind breeze. A form. Observations. The script wildly bubbly. "What happened was that the guy whose missing now told everyone around the fire that they'd been told they could try out to join, but we can't be faggots anymore. The guy that was told this said, okay."
"Then what happened?" The Tech asked while handing the page back to the frantic girl. "Write it. I'll turn it in."
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