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"Why not? You let him!" He pointed at Ben’s car

Rose reached out and tapped his ar "He is pre-h grade school, and he shot up like nobody’s business Crack heads do it all the ti for any veins with this right? I’ Ben had already sat there waiting for her for a while and seeing Lorenzo’s unrelenting attitude about this whole thing, Rose could see she had no choice but to agree

Exhaling exaggeratingly loud she gave in "Okay, I’ll tell him"

She started toward Ben’s car until she realized Lorenzo was co with her, so she stopped "Alone"

Lorenzo frowned but finally let up taking a few steps back toward the restaurant’s front door She didn’t look back to see if he atching her She didn’t have to She had no doubt he atching andnote of even the s up what felt like sand in his raw throat, Vince sat up, the searing pain in his arm a rude reminder of where he was "Mother Fu--"

"Shhh!"

Vincent flinched as he turned to the glih a tiny hole It was quickly covered as so or soain

Vince flinched again when he felt soain so incredibly unbearable, he squeezed his eyes shut so hard, he literally saw stars

"Take it," the whispering voice insisted

Vince didn’t bother opening his eyes He couldn’t see a da his hand out toward the direction of the voice with his good arnized it as a canteen Instantly hisit to his lorious sip into his liquid-starveddown his dry throat, he’d needed it so bad he gulped down soain loudly