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He arrived back at the house, and, this time, attacking the guest bathroom on the second floor, he found beneath that bathroom sink, waaaaay in the back, a roll of expired nicotine patches. The sight of them made him want a cigarette, which made him realize that if he smoked, he’d have to quit, which would make these the exact right thing he should put on his body right this minute and maybe, in conjunction with the codeine, it would help get him through the evening and the next day. There had been six expired patches in the box; he put all of them on: one on each biceps, one on each thigh,
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impeccable logic
Beamer, who was now doing business as her best and only friend,
It was just a movie and a burrito, but later, when Jenny was trying to untangle what made her so grateful for it, she realized it was that she was finally in a place where her money didn’t matter.
OMFG JENNY YOU PISS ME OFF
It felt good to be with people who’d borne witness to the time passing, too, which is maybe the best way to describe a shiva.
The outdoors was a painted perspective of disparate objects. The houses were just bricks + doors + knobs + windows. The cars were just body + wheels + go. The people were cogs on an airport people mover. Look at the word boat sometime. You’ll never unsee the way it just falls apart in front of you.
kinda starting to love this part because i don't agree with anything jenny thinks or says so i can just appreciate how fucking insane she is
Sour cream & onion Lays/Ruffles, the way the chemical smell that creates the sour cream & onion combination smells somewhat vaginal in nature
un-fucking-hinged
