“You’re in my blood, you’re my holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet.” That’s the part that hurts the most, and I’ve decided that it helps to hurt the most. It sort of maxes out my nerve endings. They’re knocking on the door. Fuck off. More knocking. Seriously, fuck off. I turn up the music. I have to use a spell to do it, because the speakers are already at their limit. “These go to eleven!” The neighbours are really banging on the door now. I should spell off their hands. I’m not even going to answer the door—I’ll just spell their hands off from here. Wait . . . They’ve stopped. Have
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