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Kanna looked around the corner of the road.
Silent. There was nary a person in sight tonight, none to see her sin.
Kanna uncapped the deep brown glass bottle.
Pop. She dropped the cap to the ground, trembling.
Kanna threw her head backwards, the bottle in hand and syrup flooding her mouth—a familiar sensation.
Rich. The flavor of the syrup was a deep Canadian, lifted overseas by coat-wearing comrades.
Kanna finished the thick maple pouring down her throat; her wings and body felt heavy with sugar and guilt once more.
Sigh. She couldn't keep doing this, it’s getting worse.