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        ^{‘ just a little. don’t wanna get the spins while you’re trying to sleep. ‘ doesn’t typically use it to sleep himself, but stress from within makes his head too loud. fear of failure, of inadequacy, of being nothing. distractions only lasted so long & in the late hours of the night when it was just himself & the echoes of judgements from those nearest to him there was always something to lull him. booze was a bad idea, since the morning after made for bad morning breath & a migraine. ‘ i’m the guy, ‘ chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. ‘ everyone’s different, but for most people it puts them right to sleep. ‘}  

 _{❛    name your price.    ❜       she responded almost immediately   ,   arms folding across chest.    spins were the least of her concerns   ———-     ,  having dabbled into amphetamines previously.  could handle a little side affects   ,   as long as it did its job of shutting off all the noise.    ❛    but be careful  ,  i’ll know where to find you if i find that you’re ripping me off.    ❜     a warning   ,  in the best my parents are lawyers tone that could be managed despite clear exhaustion in her voice.   would it come down to that   ,  there would be some taking of names.  this wasn’t her first rodeo    ,   and he definitely was not dealing with a first timer.   he probably shouldn’t be trusted   ,  but desperate times called for desperate measures.  as well as unhealthy coping mechanisms.}