He came to his feet and grabbed his coat, which was still a bit wet, but it would do. As he put on his coat, his eyes fell on the packet of PMZ on the floor. His first impulse was to pick it up, but knowing the strength of his addiction he dared not touch it again. He tossed a towel over it hoping if he could no longer see the drugs, it would be easier to walk away.

It was still one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

He made it out of the dorm unnoticed and had walked most of the way to Gray Lake when he remembered the after-effect of PMZ use was a deep depression, which on some people could last until the next dose. He’d forgotten the depression side-effect because when he’d taken it before he’d already been in such a deep depression he couldn’t h...

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