The girl gazed upwards towards the foggy sky as she gingerly slid the needle into her forearm. It didn’t take long for her to see stars. That used to be a normal view, according to her grandparents. Stars in the sky. Now she needed drugs to see them. The high that came from a shot of nexanine was like no other. Her head lolled and she looked back down to her friends in front of her. Friends was a generous term. She knew close to nothing about them. But they got her drugs, and they got high together before stumbling back to their respective homes. The two men looked equally zonked. Eyes glazed, lips parted, breathing slow.
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