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She glared at me, trying to force my surrender through her eyes. I remained unmoved. She leaned closer, again emphasizing that she "meant business," but though her body moved towards me, the resolve in her eyes wavered, having seen the resolve in mine.
And down we went, respectively; a gradual descent into ecstasy. We gave in, resigned to be the foggy, fucked up fools we were. Who needs success when drugs exist?
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