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December 13, 2006:

In the depth of the morning, in a pallid whisper, with a thin drab of spittle drooling onto black pillows.

"I'm so dope sick. I'm so dope sick. I'm so dope sick. I'm so dope sick."

"Ever since the panic attack, I've taken morphine every day."

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