As we walk into the elevator, I notice that my mouth really hurts. Holding the door open with one hand, I spit into my other hand. I see in the palm a small amount of blood and a few of my teeth. Spitting again, I lose a few more. I enter the elevator and allow the door to shut. Using the reflective surface of the door as a mirror, I examine
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I had a dream last night about some sort of drug.
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