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Sparkling water and dollar store makeup. There's nothing I love about this neighborhood. Everything here is everything I hate, and everything I hate wants me dead. The word "verbarium" keeps coming to mind, but I don't want to talk about her. I don't want to talk to her ever again.

"Keep talking to me."

Money comes in big amounts then none at all. Nothing is money to me, money isn't nothing. I don't want friends, I'll just love you until it's over. Whatever love you're sober from, I don't care. You should relapse right now.

"I'm gonna smack the shit out of you."

"I wanna play with the dog" I cried.

That's just sex. Everything about my life is sex. Everything is what it is, and life to me is what it becomes. Whenever Alastor talks like that during sex everything becomes easy. There's nothing else to say, and that's everything I know.