Drywall flecks pepper the carpet, but Jimmy doesn’t give a shit. He wipes his forehead with a dew rag, spits into the sink and imagines his newly single and Jacuzzi-ed life through the puckered holes he made in his flimsy bedroom wall.
“Escaping the sanatorium’s easy: just chat up that keen nurse about the foxtrot, ease her into unlocking a door with a smile and then it’s a matter of lazy guards and an empty hallway. You’ll be out on a bash before nightfall.”
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