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Van Stockum Syndrome #2

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Steve opened his eyes, still feeling a little queasy. Across from him sat a tall, thin, redhead. She gave him a million dollar smile full of brilliant, plastic white, teeth. "Back? Good, you looked like you zoned out for a moment there."

"What. The. Fuck! Is going on?" He hissed across the table. He sipped his latte which, he discovered, was now cold.

"You're a little stuck I'm afraid." She waved at a waitress. "Let me get you a fresh coffee and I'll try and explain what's happening. I'm pretty sure I got the right Steve...Ah! Yes, two latt├ęs please."

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