Designer Children Part 2
Chapter 4 I heard the whirring of an industrial strength ceiling fan. I knew the sound because I listened to a legion of them all day long in a previous job- my first LA job. I worked nine hours, loading and unloading shipping containers. Seconds later, I felt a tiny prick of a needle in my leg and then seconds later I blacked out. ......................................................... ........................................... I awoke again, but this time, along with the hum...