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Nothin’s Gonna Stop the Flow “Yo, do you like these?” I asked Damian. He was sitting on my bed, disinterestedly watching me model half my wardrobe in front of the mirror. He shrugged, tendrils of smoke creeping from the corners of his mouth. “I guess.” As he spoke, a huge plume of smoke leapt from his lips, filling the room with a sweet smell. “Lemme get a hit of that,” I gestured towards the …

…at the front stage flashed computer graphics. Data flashes blasted around the dance floor, and, occasionally, the stroboscopic lights took control of my body. After an hour or so of dancing, reality and fatigue slowly leaked into my mind and body. I exited the dance floor overheated, dripping in sweat. The drugs were finished, the money was spent, and Chris was nowhere to be seen. The night was over. Bibliography original paper by alexa liguori