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Poppers. A fleeting, momentary escape from everything, everyone nearby. A thought explosion. Aurelle loved doing them even though the headaches they left her with were almost unbearable. A cloth over a tiny bottle to dampen it, then a deep breath into the cloth. Close her eyes and inhale, her mind immediately sent upwards, away from her like a balloon. Disappear. Expand. Shatter. Gone. It didn’t last long, and the pain in her head afterwards tempted her to stop but she wanted it, that escape, again and again. She used to do poppers at the Milk raves, but no longer felt comfortable going to those since her mom had pissed off the raver kids. It hadn’t stopped them from wearing all of her designs, she’d noticed, guessing they’d found a way to still love Marianne, but even now, after the i
