Tyrus rolled the weekly 200 pounds away. Jesse watched it go solemnly, already thinking about the next batch, and the one after that. An endless waterfall of sky blue meth stretched before him, all his life, forever toppling off the edge. The only reward for reaching the bottom was death.
A hand touched his shoulder.
“You alright, Kid?”
“Yeah, fine,”
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Lol, I forgot Walter's fake first name. >> << but at least Junior can be who he always wanted to be!
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