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by Geoff Eighinger

I cooked up the biggest fix ever. I tied the rope tightly around my arm. I injected it painfully into the sweet spot. I drifted off into a world of fantasy that I never wanted to leave. And then I came back and everything was pitiful once again. It was time for a longer, bigger rope that would take me home.

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Geoff Eighinger is an office grunt by day and a blogger by night. You can read his ramblings at Under The Hoodie and see his crime fiction reviews at Eastern Standard Crime.