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Ian lined up his pills in a neat row and stared at them. There were so many, each a different shape and size. He felt like Alice in Wonderland, but these pills wouldn't make him bigger or smaller. They wouldn't expand his mind. No, these pills would do the opposite, making everything dull and lifeless. They'd take the spark away.
He looked over and watched Mickey playing with Yevgeny as he picked them up one by one and swallowed them.
He'd be better than Monica. He wouldn't run away. Besides, nothing could take away the spark he felt for Mickey.