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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Samnell" data-source="post: 1132804" data-attributes="member: 130">Mark reached out with the seeds of a new smile when his eyes darted off the drug for a moment and caught Sakura’s. Her pupils were wide and she had a slightly blank look Mark remembered. His hands froze half open. Sakura was in control, just like it used to be with Michael. She had what he needed. Mark felt himself trusting her like he trusted Michael. But he could trust Sakura because she had what he needed. Michael had what he needed but Michael was bad because he made Mark…Something didn’t match. Something wasn’t right, but Mark couldn’t remember what. His hands continued forward with a will of their own, touching Sakura’s now. This would feel so good. It’s been too long. Relapse is a part of recovery. That’s what they said. They expect this.Mark exhaled suddenly, ”No, get it away!” Mark recoiled and slammed hard against the side of the car. It rocked from the impact and he could feel where the door would leave a bruise come morning.What the hell was he thinking? Forty-four million would buy a lot more than a high in some rock star’s limo would. He needed to swim. He needed to swim right now. Only slightly less frantic, he spoke again, ”I don’t think this is our kind of party. Why don’t you turn the car around and drop us off back at the Institute?”But he couldn’t get his eyes off it again. The powder seemed to curl up and look at him, meeting his wide, blue eyes with its own blank, white eyes. Mark was shaking and couldn’t stop. It was looking at him; white and hungry. It wanted him and it was going to win if he stayed with it much longer. It felt like it was going to swallow him.</blockquote>

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