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#####Lolita often wondered what it would have been like for her to begin smoking during her lifetime, rather than beginning after her death. It might have been more euphoric to smoke when she was alive, but she supposed she would never truly know. If it had been discovered before her death, Lolita could have introduced the herb to her sister, and maybe they could have used it to escape. She always felt free when smoking, so maybe she and Pippa could have finally gathered the courage to leave their brother and sister forever. They could have found a new life together somewhere else, where they would not be under the control of a dominating brother, and their love would not have been looked down upon, for no one would have known that they were sisters. It would have been a lovely way to live, if only she had discovered marijuana even just weeks before her untimely and unfortunate death. Maybe they could have even come here anyway, by some twist of fate, and they could have still met the ones here she genuinely liked.
#####Nodding, she listened intently, momentarily forgetting the fact that he had passed the blunt back to her. She had been to the city a few times, but she had not actually looked into any of the shops and buildings there. Surely they could figure out somewhere to meet if she could actually remember anything about the paces she had seen, or they could just hope to run into one another again. “Maybe if we planned a day or something, we could just hope to run into each other. . . But then, I wouldn’t actually know what day it was,” she added, dismissing the idea as she lifted the blunt to her lips again, inhaling deeply. “I guess I’ll just have to hope to run into you again,” she further said, deciding that would be an acceptable agreement. It was not as if it was hard for stoners to find each other instinctively. At least, Lolita did not think it was overbearingly difficult to do. Somehow, she seemed to have very good luck in finding others without actually going out of her way to look for them, which was always a pain in the rear end to do.
#####Passing it back to him, she leaned back on one of her lithe arms, the other hand running through her hair absent-mindedly. She sighed, a contented sound coming from her lean shepherd’s muzzle. It would be nice to eventually make a trip into the city for some supplies, but there was no guarantee it would happen any time soon. The human dwellings gave her the creeps, truthfully, though she could not actually explain why. “So what do you do around here?” she asked vaguely, mainly wondering about his pack and status within that pack. She was still not sure how she felt about Dahlia de Mai, so of course she had to ask him about his pack. It was not that she was planning on looking into leaving her pack, but she was very curious.
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