Chapter 33: The Dorian Collective
The Ghost
Donnie Winslow ran out of cigarettes two days ago. The withdrawal symptoms had sunk into the backs of his eyes like swings of an ice pick. On several occasions, he learned what the inner rim of the toilet bowl smelled like as he battled the tidal waves of nausea upending his gut.
Bottom line–he needed cigarettes…and quickly.
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