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I reach into my pocket and pull out a square of paper The paper’s folded around the stolen syringe, which is still full of Fentanyl I step closer to the porch I don’t knohere to leave it The note doesn’t say much

I’ood

Thank You

I underlined the “Thank You” tith slash-looking lines, like s

I thought hard about leaving the syringe at her Ga Soave it to me, for one

I go around for a few e I rubthat the Fent’s inside it I’ve had it on me for so many hours now, it doesn’t tempt me quite as much

There’s no flower pot or anything on the clinic’s stoop And it’s a little windy I decide to walk back to the other porch The one by their door

I gulp down so’s back corner I think she’ll find it here There’s an empty pot with just dirt I set it in there If he finds it—the doctor—it’s not like it tells hi It shouldn’t put her at risk

I suck in some more cold air Stuff my hands deep into my jeans pockets

My eyes sting I squeeze them shut Christ

Is he good to her? He looked older—maybe fifties—and I couldn’t tell if he was a dick As far as dicks go, I guess in I know that for sure

I think of all those tis attached,” and tellback and I was going She’s okay with it

I can’t thinkfor her Because that was basically it Finley’s got the biggest heart on earth, so a fling for her is worththat makes me think of how she ran to him My throat closes off

I pant in white puffs

Fuck