just another good vibration

[Ahren de le Poer]

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indent Addicts know, he mused, addicts always know. The smokers and tokers and whiplashed divas gathered together and formed societies of their own. This girl was a part of that subculture, where so many came and went and were greeted with open arms. Snorting a little at her child-like exuberance, he took the pipe and drew his lighter. Snap, crackle, smoke and there it was, that gentle green haze that was less dangerous then the red dragon he chased.
indent He held his breath for a moment before exhaling.
“That does work better,” he said with a grin, offering it to her.
“And sure, there’s always interesting stuff around these parts.”

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