I had never been so happy to see the inside of a bar. It had taken me all of five seconds to jam my gear into Carol and jump in the front seat, g*n the engine and drive away. Thank goodness she was working, that she didn't give me a hard time.
Clearly she wasn't interested in seeing the n***d people either.
I was still shivering from the grossness of it all, and uncomfortable from that odd declaration Zephira had made. She called me a witch? I thought that was her gig. Why did she make it sound so terrifying?
Drunk and stoned people. I'd never understand them and I'd been one far too often myself not to get their crazy logic wasn't for the sober.
"And that, children," I muttered to myself as I gunned the gas to put more distance between me and my memory, "is why we don't do drugs."
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