Vanity. Ares

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followed. We had intercourse that night in a
drunken fashion I can barely remember and it was
no clearer the next morning; I just knew I had slept
with someone because the room was a mess, I was
naked, there was red lipstick all over my white
pillow and remnants of memories of Myra; I
assumed freaky things occurred.
I found myself with a stinging hangover and
upon closer inspection of the damage; bite marks
on my neck and no feeling in my right leg. A
Normalish night out. Of course Myra was not there
and I wondered, but walking to the fridge I quickly
saw a note consisting of a number and that I
should expect a call later as last night was:
“Amazing!" I put the note back on the table and
looked into my wallet; Priorities. Being that I
hadn’t paid rent for awhile and it was Tuesday, I
hadn’t received my benefit’s yet; I was skint, as
usual and stressed by this.
I calculated it and I had about ten pounds in
total, to my name; it was troubling, and so I
decided to call Ronnie my friend, if I can call him
that. But he was always into dealing weed, and at a
time when I was going out with Claire, he was
dealing a little LSD. I called him and asked if he
had any business going; anything I could partake
in. He said he would meet me on the top of Mare
Street at one that afternoon, in coded language
that made it seem that he was Pablo Escobar. "I
don't have anything to do with Betty White, but I
could know Sally, if you get what I mean?" said
Ronnie. I was in no real mood for obvious
innuendo's but I entertained him and said I'd meet
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