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September 9, 2007
It feels like she was on the streets for days, trying to find her way home through a haze of blood loss and opium withdrawal. She sits on the edge of her bed and painfully tears the bandage away from her side. She cleans the wound and inspects it for infection, wraps it gingerly back up. she pats the new bandage down gently against the wound and winces.

The ninja carefully packs a pipe of hash and lights it, lays back on her bed among the pillows and exhales great white gouts of smoke. Soon she fades into hashish dreams.