Before we left Abbott Falls that day, Troy bought a “good” bottle of whiskey to celebrate (I found out later from Renee that Jim Beam is crap) and also a little stash of pills that I didn’t quite trust. But destiny was the most electrifying word. Life was fluffy clouds parting just for us, the two of us, living on love and sunshine. So we celebrated a little bit, cheers to this and cheers to that, then we lost our sense of time and celebrated a lot, and then Troy put one of the pills on my tongue and I licked his salty finger, and then we pulled into a woodsy road in broad daylight to make
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