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Complete literal vomit. Beer before liqour, puke comes up quickly. Close your eyes little girl. Our eyes are still dancing, they've lost technique and are simply spinning. Physical reality fades for some time. "Time". AWAKE. Kat's leaving, Mark is escorting her. I'm cold. These sheets are so lonely. Please, boy, keep me warm. Right away his mouth is against me. He's rushing, I'm playing along, trying to keep up. His body on top of mine. His innocence trying to hide. There's no use lying, I know everything about you. Every person leaves their pages ready for turning. "I'm not a slut," he says. I know. I know that if you were sober you wouldn't be calling me baby. [you aint a baby no more, baby] My neck is covered in hickies. The boy's back is drawn on with scratches. This soap opera is the simplest that I've seen. Are you sure you want to join me in the spiral? In the morning, we're both shy and I wish I'd been sober through the whole event.