Ketamine. It's all a dream and your head is thick with fluid and Nepalese pollen, but mostly ketamine.
It's death! That's exactly what this is.
And after four hours of in and out and back in, he says, "Come with me to Australia."
"But I can't," you say, because you don't know what you want.
"That's right," he says a little disappointed, "you're 21 and you've got your whole life ahead of you."
And he holds you and says he'll miss your eyes. And your thighs. And your toes too. And that's it.
And your face is dripping off your skull and you kiss him.
How romantic.
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