conversations: human
conversations:  A rough insertion...
  
  Agent Dorsey had appeared in a dark red an grainy office.  He was lying on the flaw.  His memory addled.
  
  There were painting of bulls on the walls.  A large oak desk occupied the middle of the room with a big green chair sitting behind it.  Apart from Agent Dorsey the room was unoccupied.
  
  The phone on the desk was ringing.
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