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[claimsmedic]

[ A unassuming man in a gray sweater and glasses sits at what appears to be a cafe, nervously fiddling with the hem of his sweater sleeve. ]

I'm... Not really supposed to be here. The last thing I remember...

[ Was a stage bathed in blood and fake snow. Was his daughter leaning over him, crying, holding him close. Was the pain in his gut from the gunshot.
He presses a hand to his stomach, feeling a phantom pain.]

... My daughter. Shilo. I'm not sure she's here.
... I'm also not sure what a Morgue Receptionist is. Which means I suppose I should look for a new job.

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[grandtheftequine]

That actually happens way more often than you'd think. There's probably a support group for it, if that's the sort of shit you go in for.