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He looks at me, his eyes rolling
back into his head. “Bitch,” he spits.
He falls onto his side on the sofa.
He’s harmless in this state, but I have to
get this fucker off his side. I use all my
strength to sit him upright. I run out into
the foyer and get my bag. I put my shirt
back on feeling more in control with
clothes on. I grab my powder and
prepare a syringe. I walk over to Rob
and turn his arm over feeling for a vein.
