“There’s no more left,” Louie said.
“What about the Saran Wrap?”
“We finished it off.”
“But I only got one hit-”
“This stuff goes fast, okay.”
The Chinese woman was still lying face down on her mattress. She hadn’t moved in three hours. Lethe and Louie were arguing in whispers. The room held the bitter stench of narcotics.
“There’s got to be more, there’s got to be . . . ” Lethe cried.
“There’s nothing my friend. It’s all gone.”
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I would like to comment that I like this new black, blue, and white theme better. It’s cleaner and easier to the eyes. Happy new year!
Thanks Karlo!