The Clear Head

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The Clear Head

The garage smelled like chemicals. Not the sharp smell of bleach or the sweet smell of paint thinner. Something in between. Something that made your nose itch and your eyes water if you stayed too long without a mask. I made pills in there. White, round, about the size of a penny. People called them Clear Heads. I called them what they were: a compromise. They didn't work perfectly. Nobody...

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