A group of junkies go to a deserted part of town at night to get high. They cross paths with "the one in the woods". After that moment it is impossible to know where the journey is to.
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This is how people feel on fridays. This is how people cover their somber minds with invisible curtains. This is what lies behind.
Flies never give up. But horses may get exhausted. But flies never stop buzzing.
