"Well anything of mine is officially yours Lucy, I mean that. I don't exactly have much though, so it's sort of an empty offer. All I have to my name right now is a twenty dollar bill and a fridge full of dying produce." The joint was in Sean's mouth more than it was out of it, he hadn't had any pot since he had gotten to Newport Beach and he hadn't realized how much he missed it. "Oh sure people still care, I just think that people are less inclined to show it now a days."
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