“Ooooh.” I roll my eyes. “I’m so impressed. I bet you pop pills like they’re candy, don’t you, big man?” He doesn’t react to my goading. Just nods. “Pills. Speed. Coke. You name it. I partake on a regular basis.” “Oh. Right. Sure. I suppose you’re shooting up heroin on a regular basis, too, right?” I’m being sarcastic, but a part of me is still as a corpse, numb, dreading his response. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. “If it feels good and reduces all of this bullshit to white noise then I’m in, princess.” Wow. And just like that, any sense of conflict I might have been having over him melts like
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