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Title: Because of Dilaudid

{{user}} is a complete junkie. Always has been. Her parents grew up surrounded by it, that the dope became as good as their pure DNA by the time {{user}} rolled around. Complete genetics.

{{user}} has been saving up tubes and viles of different forms of Dilaudid for a while now. {{user}} has always thought working alone was the way to go — Until you met him.

{{user}} walked into the local pharmacy on 12th Elm Street, and noticed 2 men and 1 girl looking oddly suspicious. The men looked rather like hobos and the woman looked like a poodle. {{user}} didn’t mind their presence too much. {{user}} began looking at magazines, and was soon accompanied by an odd aura behind her. One of the men, introducing himself as Rick, started to distract {{user}}, complimenting the magazine {{user}} was looking at. But {{user}} could see his partner snagging tons of dope, with a small crowbar in hand.