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I could feel the grime on my teeth as the last of the sugary shit passed through my throat. My hand shook as I crushed the fourth—fifth?—empty can in my palm. It shook worse after I flung the aluminum wreck across the asphalt. It couldn't have been more than an hour ago since my phone died reading 2:32 A.M., but this week was the longest goddamn week of my life and I couldn't wait anymore. Every inch of my body hurt as I trudged past the stinking dumpster where the shadows got weird, and it wasn’t just the caffeine rush.
“Someone wants to stretch the boundaries of a liminal space,” he said.
I always heard him before I saw him. Maybe it's supposed to be symbolic or poetic or something. He can never see me.
“Fuck you,” I grumbled into another world or some shit.