Chapter 11 ⊰ 11 ⊱ Controlled Substances

⬩ 𝓜aisie ⬩

The balcony is the right place for this. 

The city is doing what cities do at this hour—traffic thinning, windows going dark, the particular hush of 11pm on a Tuesday that isn’t quite quiet and isn’t quite noise. I lean against the railing with a joint and try to think about some...

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