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My arms float up above me. I’m dying to recover, to come up to the surface. The music, the neon lights, they mess with my head, making it twice as hard to focus. My eyes manage to open up again, the music reaches its way to me again and I can feel myself losing my body to the beat. Someone hands me another shot, my brain refuses, but I down it. I stop to look around. Everyone’s face has become a blur and I’m scared. I stumble, of half run lute of there. The cool air hits my face, increasing my high. I lean against the brick walls and sink down to the floor. Why the fuck was I here? I search for my phone and dial Stevie, the little bitch better answer. The phone rings and rings and I pray that he answers.
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