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From a box ironically

labeled ❝childhood❞,

I took a little bottle

of depressants.

A little tablet found

itself in her caffeinated

Starbucks cup and I

I watched it dissolve

into nothing, while she

was in the restroom. She

didn't suspect a thing, or

so I thought.

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