Washington D.C. March 1, 2030
I was finishing unpacking, Finally, I thought, No more tails, no more barking at any moment, no more wolves. David Rossi walked with a box of doughnuts and a glass of wine, "Hey, Joel. Want some doughnuts?" I looked at the doughnuts, Boston cream, my favorite, I held in the urge to grab the box and eat all of them, but I held it back. "You know, werewolves, talking trains, Protogens, Primagens, it's time you need to chill out. You're finally married, against my protests, and you just became SSA Joel Stevens." I walked the perimeter of my room, holding a bottle of pills, "This stuff is the only thing that keeps me away from being a wolf," I tossed it on my bed, "And Maria wants me off of this stuff, likes me better like that." I laid down on my bed, and held s doughnut. "I might just take up the offer, go to that AFB in Quatar. Maria has been on my ass here lately for not picking her up from her new law firm. I can't tote around the General all the time, so I bought that shitty Corvair." I sneezed and a tail sprouted from my back, "God damnit."
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