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She quickly spins around and grabs the glass and thrusts it into his face, shattering it into the side of his cheek. The water washes over his face, while the glass slices through his flesh, and he screams out in pain. “I’m so sorry,” she says as she sits up.

“WHAT HAPPEN’S IF WE DON’T MAKE IT OUT?” “That’s not going to happen, not if we follow the plan.” “The plan is stupid! It’s got bigger holes in it than my underwear, and my nuts are hanging through them.” “The plan is perfect, in fact the plan is absolutely gorgeous.”

“What?” “Opioids.” He says again, and still she looks at him confused. “I smoke opioids, not weed,” he says, his arms animated with frustration. “Shouldn’t that mean the chances of you suffering from hallucinations is considerably higher?” He scoffs, “I’ve been taking the same cocktail for the last twelve years....”

“Are you going to try this again? You do remember what happened last time?” “Like you, I remember every day. Like you, I am cursed to never forget. So yes, I remember the last time we did this, but the thing about memories,” she says as she moves swiftly forward....

Calvert laughs again, “That’s the yesterday I’m talking about.” “It didn’t seem like it was the yesterday you were talking about a moment ago.” “I’m pretty sure I know what yesterday I’ve been talking about, you on the other hand, are on an entirely different cycle of yesterday’s than me.”

“This is what you get for being a waste of space!” She hisses, grabbing him by the ears and delivering another mind-numbing head-butt that sends them both out of their bodies momentarily. “H-H-Had you just conformed, played the lover as requested, neither of us would be sitting here, like this!”

”I grew tired of your petty bullshit when we were growing up, and I have no time to deal with it now. So either finish what you have started on this night, or I will.” Damien hisses through bloody teeth, and Sebastian’s smile grows in size. “Tonight isn’t the start!”

“It must come to an end honey, the before time is over, and the great haul has kept us in toilet tissues for many months. But that time is over when the tissues go. You must forge a new destiny. You must take the tissues from those who have it."

Stevie smiles wryly, “That’s the game rubbing off, it always does. No matter how perfect you think you are. No matter how righteous your fight is. The game corrupts many a good man to be his weapon, you are just it’s latest pawn, designed to take someone else’s.” Harry scoffs.