For an apparently batshit drug dealer, it shocked Chris on dead on 'she' seemed to be, and he was left just staring as she went on, shaking his head a little. At her laugh, he couldn't help but laugh himself, glad the focus was once again off his past.
"I can roll my own. And don't worry about cash," He pulled out his wallet, tossing it on the table with the bags, "That's your budget."
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