Japonica woke up to the sensation of her air mattress reluctantly deflating. She rolled over to check the time, but her eyelids were glued shut with a mash of makeup and eyeball ooze. Something akin to the paste she used to eat as a kid to get high. On the royal blue plastic bed, now flatter than a pancake, she looked as smudgy and crumpled as a
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