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[Desmond looks....tired. His face is unshaven and sallow, and his eyes are red. He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. When he speaks, it's not in English, but an older Italian dialect.]
<<Ugh...did anyone get the number of the goddamn train that hit me? It'll be another month before I'll shake this nightmare.>>
[Desmond looks surprised, as though he wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. He shakes his head again.]
<<What the hell? Am I speaking Italian?>>
<<Ugh...did anyone get the number of the goddamn train that hit me? It'll be another month before I'll shake this nightmare.>>
[Desmond looks surprised, as though he wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. He shakes his head again.]
<<What the hell? Am I speaking Italian?>>