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When I popped my head out, it was a damn dirty night, but I came out, anyway. I'd had enough of that cozy, warm, protected-but-poisoned environment. I poked some of the uterine slime out of my mouth and took my first breath. "Cold, wet, but invigorating," I thought, and lay back to let the rain wash some of the filth from me as I worked on snapping the umbilicus.

The woman wasn't going to make it. Between the heroin, the syphillis and the malnutrition, she'd served all the purpose she ever would. It was a good thing she'd dropped that garment over there. It might afford me some protection as I struck out for the lights I could see nearby. The limbs weren't working as they should yet, so it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to survive. I had scores to settle.

As I managed to get a leg and an arm working in synch, I heard her groan. I didn't reply. What was there to say?

"Here we go," I thought, "Let the fun begin..."



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