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A measure of sanity

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"Go fuck yourself," Logan said, longer and more satisfying than a simple 'no'.

The two men who'd approached him left without any sort of spoken follow-up; but Logan heard the response anyway, a brightly cheerful //We will, thanks// that skipped his ears entirely and echoed oddly in his head. Along with the word came vague images of -- well, of fucking, but not just that; it felt like the best damn fuck in the whole world ever.

Logan turned his head but saw only the bar doors swinging shut.

Fuck if I'm going insane, he thought, and signaled for another drink.