ngie, Angela. I met her somewhere in the Outer Zone. I was in bad shape, and she picked me up, carried me home — to her place. Chirp-chirp. That’s how it goes. I collapsed near the docks and woke up at her place. She made a soup that could raise the dead. She really did remind me of my grandmother. My hands were shaking from withdrawal, and she just kept spooning the good stuff into me. Fuck, I’m either going to die here or move on from here. For now, I just have to survive.
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