Thoreau followed Rooney down the hallway, grinning at the thought of getting another one of the pills. Anything that could make him feel that good was worth whatever price Rooney wanted for them.
"I'll give you whatever you want," he said. He reached out, running his hand up Rooney's arm. "I can think of a lot of things I could do that I think you'd like. And there's also money too. If you tell me where you get them, I bet I could get both of us more. I've got money."
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