#medicatedpixie

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         @mcdicatedpixie

“Listen, I gotta’ get to work I’m off at 10. But b’fore I got ya’ a little somethin’.”

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I am fuckin’ tired of this job. I hate the work, I hate the smell, I hate the people this establishment attracts.

12:45 AM. She will have to be back tomorrow, it’s a given. At least it’s money, but nobody likes a sketchy boss who takes half your tips. We may share the same problem, but you’re more well off than I am and I am so tired of you. The presence is sensed before she turns around. Excuse her tone of voice, she’s had the D A Y from H E L L.

“We’re closed, come back tomorrow. I got somewhere to be, babe.” In bed, and making poor choices, “What you doin’ out so late?”

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     U G H !! If there ever was a time to question the purpose of waking up,      it was now. Everything right down to his black pill container was too      d a m n b r i g h t. He shoved the five pills into his glorious face hole      while pouring hot water into mugs. Walking around the corner, Hamlet      handed a handmade mug of jasmine tea and two, tiny blue pills to his      blanket mound -er, girlfriend.

     “Oi, kitten.” He tapped the edge of the cup against a frizzy pile of gold.      “Take the handle. It’s burning my hand.”

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Criterion Mews, London N19