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Feb. 23rd, 1998 05:52 pmIt's late at night. The corridors aren't quiet; they're full of men and women restlessly trying to sleep in their quarters. Bossie should be one of them. But instead he slips barefoot down the hallway to Carver's room, where he knocks.
"Hey, man, you up?"
"Hey, man, you up?"