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Date Posted: Fri, Jun 24 2005, 8:10pm PDT
Author: Ella
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She's always buzzing just like neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away


A girl like her could only pretend to be someone else for so long, and that time was up. She needed cash, because she needed to up her stash, because she just needed to. Vaguely, she remembered a corrections officer telling her once that cocaine withdrawal was psychologically based - not physically - but she hadn't believed it then, and she didn't believe it now. If it was psychological, then she wouldn't feel so intensely desperate - she was sure of that - and she would just be able to resist the urges. So, it had to be something out of her control that drove her to such lengths that she needed to perform duties that demeaned her as a woman, and a human being, just in order to make enough money to support her habit. She had met up with a familiar guy - a shady character who always hid out in the shadows, dressed far too nicely, and was always surround by girls - early that evening and he had had her a line-up of interested clients seemingly within moments. After a few hours of fulfilling wishes, she had been feeling optimistic about her chances of being able to afford some blow that night, then had been pointed in the direction of a private chamber of one of the clubs - roped off and supervised by a bouncer, but densely populated. It hadn't taken her long to sweet talk her way into the midst of all the action, and she was now sitting on a packed couch, laughing far more than anything else. If not for the coffee table littered with lines of coke, drink bottles and glasses scattered about, smokes of various ingredients being passed around, and the way that she was buzzing unnaturally, it would have just seemed like some friends were having a fun evening. The asymmetrical hem of the skirt that she wore fell to her knees at one point, but then rose up high on her thigh, and the bright azure blue of her top that laced up her front enhanced her extraordinarily bright eyes, her dark hair in loose ringlets pulled back from her lightly-made up face...

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