The Three Hundred and Sixteenth of One Thousand and One Nights – by Amalaric

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‘Hey, man…I, uh, feel really weird. Yeah, sort of fuzzy around the edges, if you get what I mean? You…put something in my beer?! I…I don’t,’ he tries to rise from the table in order to leave, but leans drowsily forward instead, ‘don’t…understand…why?

That priceless moment of realization- the beer, generously offered by a complete stranger, was drugged…


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