mmunity center was dark
Darian Pierce walked out the back door, lighting a cigarette. He looked like hell-pale, sweating, his hands shaking so violently it took him three tries to get the flame to connect. He was sober, but only because he'd been forced to be, and his body was screaming in protest.
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