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The junkie looses a lover.

“The blood in my veins is turning against me.”
The junkie moaned to himself as he sat on the park bench, feeling the immense pressure of every cell in his body yearning for that sweet nectar just out of his grasp.
“All i need is ten dollars, to get back to normal.”
See heroin is a jealous mistress, she will make the lover prove his love to her over and over again. She will make him turn his back on his friends, children and loved one, but every now and then someone will break away.
“No not this time, i am done with you.”
“You will never be rid of me i am you.” The narcotic succubus replied.
“No i will go away where you cant get to me.”
That was at the exact moment that the junkies luck began to change.
His eyes looked up and saw the officer walking down the packed sidewalk.
“Don’t even think about it you can’t go back.”
The junkie clenched his teeth and snatched the nearest purse to the cop.
He smiled as they put him in cop car, and heard no voices at all.

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