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I score...Am I an addict? Because if I am please tell me.
She looks away in disgust and boredom. Like she's played this game before.
Seriously, I weakly pull her shoulder towards me, can you see powder on my nose because I don't know.
(I have no way of checking.) She stares blankly at me.
Is that what I do? Is that who I am?
She turns away again, she thinks I am being sarcastic and wanting to argue or make her look a fool for mentioning.
But I am desperate and confused.
If I am an addict then tell me now!
(I want a blunt answer, I am not gaming.)
If I am then you need to help me! I need to be helped! I need help! Call for a doctor! A dentist!...
I cannot find the word I knowImeanIwantIneed to say.
She still thinks I'm jousting, and turns away.
Sam's mum comes through the door.
Danny your things are getting wet.
She turns and I jump up to follow for I don't follow. What?
Your mum left some clothes for you.
They are outside, a big old felted cheap blanket, sodden heavy from the drizzle.
I pick it
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