Coming Home - revising
"It was time. Her head was light and fuzzy, and her five senses were extra receptive the way they were when she was high on ecstasy. She could not only feel the metal of the weapon in her hand, but she could also taste it in her mouth. Her ears were ringing as though she’d already denoted the bullet; and her thoughts thickened like gravy in her mind, swirling and spinning and bubbling in a way that melded together all her memories, past dreams and long-forgotten hopes."
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