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This story was based on an essay I wrote when I was seventeen years old and with my best friend watched two boys shooting up morphine. I found the story in a batch of papers I had in a box at my parent's house many, many years later and wondered what kind of a girl writes about this. I also wondered what might have happened had the essay been given to the authorities.
I am drawn to teenagers, their unabashed naiveté, their fickleness and the contagious belief that they are indeed invincible.