Nursemaid Scully. If I'm not well, she's there to sit on my chest. Not so good nuking the heating pad or getting the advil, but there you go.
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- The Daily Bitcher: Chairs Missing
- The Daily Pitcher: Linden Arden Stole the Highlights
- The Daily Pitcher: I Just Wanna Stop
- The Daily Pitcher: A Hazy Shade of Winter
- The Daily Pitcher: All Tomorrow's Parties
- The Weekly Rocker: WWJD
- The Daily Pitcher: Taxi
- The Daily Pitcher: Three of a Perfect Pair
- The Daily Pitcher: Seek and Destroy
- The Weekly Rocker: Perfect Mistakes
- The Daily Pitcher: Slow
- The Daily Pitcher: Brick Is Red
- The Daily Pitcher: Reflections
- The Daily Pitcher: Face to Face
- The Daily Pitcher: Traffic Light Rock
- The Weekly Rocker: In Parallel
- The Daily Pitcher: Heart of Glass
- The Daily Pitcher: Staring at the Sun
- The Daily Pitcher: Reaching Out, I'm a Fortune Teller
- The Daily Pitcher: The Pavements, They Are a Mess
- The Daily Pitcher: Ice Cold Ice
- The Daily Pitcher: Anticipation
- The Daily Pitcher: Sign o' the Times
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