She knew that after this moment, she would never feel the same ever again. And it wasn’t because of the sex or the booze or the assortment of technicolor pills scattered on her coffee-stained coffee table. Or maybe this was everything. What was this “cleaning up” thing supposed to do anyway? She didn’t believe that it was even possible to be quote-unquote clean this day in age. Well, what it came down to is that her future husband-to-be did believe it was possible, and not in this moment, but after—that was what was important.
She snorted a line.
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