I made the girl shower the second she stepped into my two room studio apartment. Thankfully she was able to pull herself out of her strung-out drug daze long neough to nod dumbly and stagger off, leaving a trail of homeless smell behind her.
I had to re-think all of this
:I was supposed to show up to the party.
:Sell my drugs.
:Leave the party and buy some food.
Nowhere in my plan had been the step titled,
razz ick up the crazy girl.
Not to mention that lunatic cop who had been following her.
God...
I don't need this.
Not now.
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