She was fine with that, sipping her vodka and having her joint. It was amazing the leaps and bounds with weed since she had last bought and dealt. Whatever they put in it was the perfect high, she decided, and if she was to do it, it would be this stuff.
A while passed before she bothered to say anything, having been looking out the window, "So, luv, when did you need to be back?"
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