Amanda tapped out a healthy mound of cocaine onto the cheap metal of the toilet paper dispenser in the grungy bathroom of the bowling alley, already noticing how empty her little brown vial had become despite her having filled it before her shift had begun just 5 hours earlier.
"Fuck," she cursed to herself knowing that making it the remaining few hours of her shift was going to be a lot less tolerable without a consistent supply of coke splattered on the front of her pre-frontal cortex.
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