Union Square is packed with milling shoppers, sullen chess players scamming the tourists, Hare Krishnas, dancers charming the crowds out enjoying what seems like the first almost warm day we've had in months. Katie has dismissed me while she shops for clothes, and I'm heading over to The Strand Bookstore to get some research books for a project I'm resurrecting, but really, that's not what's on my mind.
There's a store right nearby here that sells kratom, I recall, and I'm already thinking of which pocket I'd hide it in, how I'd explain the charge if Katie asked, how I could get it in the house, take it tonight.
It would be easy, and nobody would ever know.
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