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                                 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘦 19, 2024 9:20𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍.

❝WE'RE FLUSHING THEM down the toilet."

"that we are."

"...press the flush, dom."

slowly, dominic hunches his body forward to press the flush, letting the two little bags be cast away from his life. as they stare in the ceramic bowl, suminar could feel a hand reach for hers and she grips it as tight as she can.

"you wanna go out today? we can go get food or something like that."

unfortunately, dominic couldn't perform at the festival that booked him at all. suminar didn't know this until max told her but when going through xanax withdrawal one typically gets a fever. meaning he only stayed inside all day trying to break it. and then what came with cocaine withdrawal was he was down. so down. she'd never seen him so upset — the fact she couldn't do much either made her feel horrible aswell.