Back in those days, she was always testing the limits of her youth. No one particularly knew or cared at the time and it was the indulgences she escaped with that made her life worth living, not those limiting and ordinary things she was best known for in town.
And it was before her days became gradually more complicated that she was able to experience singing along to a scratched up CD, the giggles of an awkward friend, and the vein-clearing effects of "cooking vodka" from a coffee mug.
This always brought on the sensation of novacaine and the ridiculous, private jokes that would endure a lifetime.
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