Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin-tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I was already tipsy from my skin soaking in absinth since morning. I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, […]

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