His voice was strangely controlled, as if he were concentrating very hard on what he was doing. I sucked hard and harder, I drove my hips into Richard. It was the only thing that was different since I'd last been inside the building, some three years ago. Hate me, if you want to, but I'm tired of watching people have everything their heart desires and throw it away.
The backseat was so full of paper and old fast food bags that it looked like a landfill. No more screaming, no more pain, no more panic, no more anything. So cold, so very cold. I'm not good around people who are throwing up.
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