"This is a dream needle," It’s a bunch of foolishness, but I have the money in my other hand now. Make myself hold still while he takes a little blood, trying not to think about what could be on or in that needle. This was so stupid to get into. Soon as he says we’re done I have the money in my pocket, and I’m turning to Zann. “Be careful.” That’s her look out, though. Nod to the old man. “Good day.” Don’t mean it, but it’s something to say before I take myself the hell home. Feel like I’ve been held down and hit, not in the way I like. Like fists on my chest and face and hands yanking my hair. So stupid.
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Date: 2011-04-27 01:15 pm (UTC)