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But he knows where I can get some.
He texts me a number.
He swears it is safe.
This is a moment where I need to trust Cullen.
Of course I trust him.
I just want azaza.
I’d trust the devil if he hadzazas.
Fuck, the devil? Might as well just text Archer, right?
I’m walking along the chilly campus listening to the rustling of leaves, texting some number, looking for drugs.
This is my life?
I tell myself if this person doesn’t reply then just let it go.
Someone replies right away.
Meet me behind the cafe. Edge of campus.
I turn and walk the opposite way.
I already know I’m going to miss my first class.
The basics of finance don’t interest me nearly as much as azazadoes.
Plus, when it kicks in, I’ll be walking across campus. With the sights and the smells…
I pick up my pace.
There’s a little cafe at the end of campus.
A lot of the nerdier college people hang out there.
They’re really good with computers.
And yet in some way they’re part of the mafia.
It’s so crazy to think about.
I almost go into the cafe but then realize drug deals don’t happen at the counter of a cafe, right?
Then again, isn’t caffeine a drug?
I shake my head and jog to the side of the building.
I see a figure leaning against the building.
“Send a text,” the person says.
It’s a girls voice.
She’s maybe an inch taller than me.
