Chapter Fourteen

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Short story thingy 

Harley's POV


I'm laying next to my bed, feeling extremely sick and high. 

The tray of cocaine lines innocently sits beside me, with a straw not too far from it.

The day before, I had stolen way too much cocaine from a random seller on the street.

I blink, feeling as though I'm about to pass out. 

But it feels more like I'll sleep forever than just for a few hours.

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