Drugs
Catt looked around Pulp Scribe. The selection of pamphlets and periodicals had changed, but the shop looked the same. She was again the only customer.
The clerk looked at her curiously. "Hi," Catt said in greeting, "I'm looking for some drugs." The clerk grinned. "I remember you, I knew you looked like a Reff-head. How much you want?" "No," Catt said with a fake smile, "I'm actually more interested in the Forget-me-yes." "Oh-ho, you're into that kinda stuff," the cl... |
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