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There
was
something
I
had
forgotten
.
Something
clouded
.
Something
impor
—
"
You
can
’
t
nicking
believe
something
like
that
,
"
Trepp
burst
out
.
Or
in
,
into
my
skull
at
the
moment
I
had
almost
crystallised
what
I
—
Was
she
doing
it
deliberately
?
I
couldn
’
t
even
remember
what
it
was
I
’
d
believed
so
strongly
about
cats
a
moment
ago
.
Dancing
,
somewhere
.
More
meth
,
eye
-
shot
on
a
street
corner
,
leaning
against
a
wall
.
Someone
walked
past
,
called
something
out
to
us
.
I
blinked
and
tried
to
look
.
"
Fuck
,
hold
still
will
you
!
"
"
What
’
d
she
say
?
"
Trepp
peeled
back
my
eyelids
again
,
frowning
with
concentration
.
"
Called
us
both
beautiful
.
Fucking
junkie
,
probably
after
a
handout
.
"
