Her cans came out like lightning. My flesh grew tenfold, but my heart rhythm stayed constant and as iced out as fuck. Rory used to mess with her retainer to get out of situations like this, but those fucking excuses were extinguished long ago. Regardless, I didn't have enough mind dust to get through another night of the same. So eyes closed and fuck it off - take a cab back to the slave quarters and find salvation in mindless repetition.
Just to think, tomorrow could suck even more thank today did! Who can tell the fucking difference anyhow?
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