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[breakitopen]

The nicotine and peroxide, chemicals soothing to the broken and weary, fill my mouth and nose and eyes and tastes like blood and dirty rainwater. My senses are flooded with relief, much like the sweet, heady rush of undone clarity left in the wake of reefer. My mind like a blank slate, or a crowded room; my nails the only flagrantly physical

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[heterogeneity]

So... when does your book come out?