"CRACKERS could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this tube before. There could be CRACKERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare legs. "I HATE CRACKERS" she thought. White Boy Summer reverberated her earbuds, making it pulsate even as the £25 morning after pill circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of white boys after dark. "With the NHS, you can fuck anyone
you want" she said to herself, out loud.