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Being a degenerate is okay these days
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((Georgia Lee Day continued from Cast in the Name of God))

Georgia Lee leaned heavily against the wall out in the hallway. She hadn't made it far from the staff lounge, but then she didn't need to go far. She just wanted some air, but the air here was stale and stinking just like in the library. She hadn't been able to escape death since leaving the cafeteria.

It was time to go back. She needed to patch herself up, keep an eye on Olivia and Coleen (Coleen who had proven herself a friend even when Georgia Lee doubted her, and who was associated with a confusion of emotion and guilt that Georgia Lee didn't have the power to work through in this state). She turned accordingly and pushed the door open when she reached it, only to find herself staring into the dim confines of an office rather than the staff lounge.

She... she hadn't thought she had gone far. She couldn't have. It was the next door down, then. She was just mixed up because it was dark and she was tired, and of course bleeding. It was deeply unpleasant, the pain and the dampness of her tights. She needed to get back and take care of that right away.

Georgia Lee stumbled before she reached the next door and the movement made her head spin. She pressed herself against the wall to keep from falling, though the muscles in her injured leg protested with a burst of agony that made her whimper. But she hadn't gone that far, right? The door was... it was right there, surely.

She looked up, and a figure melted out of the darkness like a ghost, like a nightmare creature, like a panther stalking though the shadowed jungle.

"Fiyori...?" Georgia Lee whispered at the hallucination.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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