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Bradley's OK

He was fine. Took him over to the hospital. He played with the toys, at midnight -- in Shropdoc's waiting room, luckily nobody was there, save me Bradley and a security guy around the corner. Wailing and a-screeching with laughter. Laughter!

Then, a middle aged couple came in, in dark raincoats, maybe they came from a consultancy room, maybe they... The fellow walked out somewhere and a few minutes, came past, Bradley pointed and on tippy toes cried "woooo" and pointed. Hi-ya said the man, "hiii-ooo" over and over while giggling. Hey, son your supposed to be ill. You're laying it on think the wrong way.

The couple hung around a moment then left without saying a word.

But, taking him away to see the doctor, away from the little puzzle table , with the red, yellow, green, blue wires that cross from one side to the other, wiggly, up and down, twisty-turny, with beads...

Uh-oh.

12:48:14 am ==> bed.

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