Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS FIC! Lj user morlockiness did. FULL CREDIT goes to her. Im only posting this so those without a livejournal can read :)
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Alex was holed up in her room, shrunk into a desperate heap on the floor, hiding behind her bed, shaking and muttering to herself. She was breaking out in a sweat, headache setting in. A small zip-up cartable, sacoche sat on the rug suivant to her, empty dime bags, an unused syringe and tourniquet. She was out of heroin and knew she was...
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