"Consumption?"  Tiffany said.  

"Sure, you know, consumption – the ability to consume another to the point of loosing yourself, only to be recovered through the course of becoming, the inhabitation of your own abjection.  Right?  An inversion of sorts, the type that occurs maybe when spirits touch, exchange a bit of whatever the hell it is spirits are made of, remaining forever new.   Now, if it's with the right person, both come away stronger, sort of like hybrid vigor, only crazy."  Lauren took a shot.

Tiffany nodded.  "Yeah sure. I know what you're saying, don't think I've ever really had anything like that before.   Sounds kinda like some eastern stuff I read once.  Maybe I should go find myself an eastern guy, let him teach me.

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