We are addicts. I tell Rémi this, and he nods. I clarify, and say I mean the proverbial "we" as opposed to the "we" that is he and I, but he only grins.

Upon attaining euphoria, I say, we cling to it. It feels good. It feels good. Every sense, a wild cacophony of climaxes. It feels damn good.

So, he asks, where does one go from there?
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