Mary met Max in a little pub on the downtown alley, where rats could clean you off your squalor.
Max said it would be safe.
Mary had passed on the 100 dollar note for 2 grams of powder.
When the bullets had kissed her everywhere Mary had slumped down gracefully, flushing it all out at once.
In that dingy little pub called ‘neon-glow’, the police found her eyes gouged, and when they looked carefully, they could see the word dreamer painted all over her brain.
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