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" syringe. “Cheers to you.” Tillie took the syringe, and Tom turned away. She could use her arm, but unbuttoning the ten pearl buttons of her sleeve was too difficult with a single hand. Instead, she pulled her petticoats and silk skirt up her thigh, not caring that she was an unmarried woman in the presence of an unmarried man. Against her pale skin, there were tiny bruises everywhere, like a field of ill-looking poppies. Tillie found a new spot, slipped the needle beneath her skin, and pushed the medicine in. She sighed and handed the syringe back to Tom, who drew up a dose for himself. "
― Lydia Kang , Opium and Absinthe