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it’s times like this where cass really HATED herself. when her hands were shaking as she struggled to light a match. when she breathed in the red smoke, the burning in her throat bliss. she slowly puffed out the smoke, her eyes closing.Â
the habit had been one she’d had since her sophomore year of high school. she managed to stop while she was in the police academy, but lately she found stress building up inside of her like air in a balloon -- she was ready to pop. she remembered how GOOD it made her feel, and she just couldn’t help it.Â
cass leaned her head back for a moment before leaning back over her desk. her eyes scanned the papers, and suddenly she just couldn’t seem to stop. she worked and worked and worked and worked (occasionally taking another hit) -- and suddenly it was eight in the morning and she didn’t know what was happening. she took one last huff, but before she could get back to her work, there was a deafening knock at the door. she jumped and shoved the drug into her drawer before standing up. she ran to the door and peeked through the peephole.Â
