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[Jolyne appears sitting on a bench from the exercise yard with a somewhat worn baseball glove on one hand. She's busy poking at the bandages wrapped around her midsection, but doesn't seem as if she'll be trying to take them off anytime soon... especially not since F.F. had practically demanded she let the bullet wounds heal already.]
...how long's it been and they still hurt like a mother. Augh. [She prods at the bandages again.] So damn itchy...!
...how long's it been and they still hurt like a mother. Augh. [She prods at the bandages again.] So damn itchy...!