Day 1.
I can't remember. I lost Thursday.
Day 2.
Walk miles in the cold. Meet people. Buy an eighth. Smoke. Walk more. Smoke more.
Day 3.
Bitten, beaten, burnt.
"You fuck well. You're an experienced whore, aren't you?'
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All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Lilly Scabette
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