Do you wanna get out of here?

I say, “I don’t want to keep hanging around with you in Salem. I feel like I’m still on these antibiotics from my last failed relationship.”

He eyes the pink bottle and throat syringe. He seems to take it literally. He says, “yeah, lets get you off of those antibiotics. What do you have, like two days left? And then, we’ll leave the city.”

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