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He is Sicilian, skin tawny the color of toasted garlic knobby knuckles but strong palms steady and smooth and graceful never wavering as he slowly depresses the plunger with his thumb pushing two clear drops from the syringe he ran out of dope so he soaked his old cottons to **** out the residue and deposit it in his vein fist clenches twice and holds and he dips the needle in so light so little then his fingers shimmer away from his palm and drop to his side When I was 13 I took a trip to Alaska my aunt brought me there and we rode on a boat along the southern coast and through the fjords One day we saw a glacier calving across the water so ***** it looked like a cliff, but when a piece fell away the ice that it revealed was deeply blue He'd only traveled in the desert from Austin to Iraq but one night here in Duluth, Minnesota we lay on the roof and watched the Northern Lights I told him that they were the color of glaciers
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
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He is Sicilian, skin tawny the color of toasted garlic knobby knuckles but strong palms steady and smooth and graceful never wavering as he slowly depresses the plunger with his thumb pushing two clear drops from the syringe he ran out of dope so he soaked his old cottons to **** out the residue and deposit it in his vein fist clenches twice and holds and he dips the needle in so light so little then his fingers shimmer away from his palm and drop to his side When I was 13 I took a trip to Alaska my aunt brought me there and we rode on a boat along the southern coast and through the fjords One day we saw a glacier calving across the water so ***** it looked like a cliff, but when a piece fell away the ice that it revealed was deeply blue He'd only traveled in the desert from Austin to Iraq but one night here in Duluth, Minnesota we lay on the roof and watched the Northern Lights I told him that they were the color of glaciers
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
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