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Weekly Contest #358
Adam was dead, lying on the large table in the private party room. I lay on his chest and sobbed. The ambulance people came and tried to move me. “No, no, no,” I cried. She spoke softly to me but I couldn’t hear her over the pounding dance beat from the other room, but I felt the kindness. I hiccupped and slid back into the chair to give them space. I looked at his face; it was already grey. His short blond hair and black t-shirt covered in vomit from the overdose. My sobs quieted. When I wiped my eyes my fingers came away drenched in makeu...
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