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they lay in bed in a shitty apartment in eastside. its early but still dark. a streetlamp blinks on and off through the miniblinds causing streams of dust to illuminate and then disappear. smoke curls from her cigarette as she stares blankly at the ceiling. she glances at the clock. 4 am. another night of cheap vodka and insomnia. she rolls over and smiles into the grave eyes of another stranger. his head slumps breathless against the pillow, the last few ounces of blood dripping from his neck. his skin turns blue, a familiar sight she'd grown to love. she kisses him on the forehead. i love you, but you were just like all the others.