He thought of the blur the drugs had brought to him in the den on Whitechapel High Street. A blissful release from wanting or needing anything. He had dreamed he was lying on a hill in Wales with the sky high and blue overhead, and that Tessa had come walking up the hill to him and had sat down beside him. I love you, he had said to her, and kissed her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Do you love me? She had smiled at him. You will always come first in my heart, she had said. Tell me this is not a dream, he had whispered to her as she’d put her arms around him, and then he’d
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