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Drinking my own concoction of coke and pop rocks three times a day should stimulate the vocal cords.

I think he wants me to throw a glass of water in his face.

Oh sure, they're saying I'll be okay.

Now, Chris, I do hope you will say something if I'm doing anything whatsoever that's bothering you.

I've got noises to make.

Stand in the place where you were.

I'm being honest with you here.

Yeah, you're for me.

Well, as usual, I know better.

One good, one evil.

Well, Doc, it's my throat today.

I really need a hug.

And I can talk and walk at the same time.

The warm sun on my face, the soft hum of the fluorescent tubes as they give us additional holy light, the constant familiar itching and burning in my left ear, and of course the cool sensation of my skin crawling with microscopic insects.

What got into her?

Sharon, before I go on through to the great behind, I have one final request.

Can't talk, huh?