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[takecourage]

Nothing's taking the edge off anymore. She's been drinking and getting high most days but, unless she's locked in the apartment, the grays are driving her mad. It seems to be worse since she broke up with Darlington; she can't keep a hold on it anymore. She'd mentioned it in passing to Kavinsky, knowing that he deals, and he's hooked her up with some fentanyl, which just makes her think of Hellie.

She sits slumped on a bench, staring out into space, the drugs and gear tucked into her satchel at her side. She remembers this kind of hole from before. Maybe she won't figure out how to climb out this time.