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... the table. The Court Dust was contained within sewn shut fae flower petals, waiting to be freed and sucked up someone’s nostrils. A complicated mix of emotions filled John as he looked at it. He remembered the sheer amount of fun he had when he had taken the drug before. He didn’t quite remember what order the events had been in. Not that that was a requirement for having a good time.
What he also remembered, in more detail than he wanted, was what followed the Assault itself. The hours ...
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