You Asked How ( formerly Even Now She Is Turning, Saying Everything I Always Wanted Her to Say)

Issue #59
Winter 1992-93
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I’d split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, near the end I ate all her Percodans, hungry to know how far they could take me. A bottle of...

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