lou dog went to the moon

[Barrett]

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Maserati was lucky to have found this garage in such good condition; between her tune-ups and Anselm's later maintenance, it had held up well. The roof developed a leak during his absence, but with a ladder and a hammer on hand, it was easy enough for the boy to fix. Sure, the outside paint was faded and chipped, but the building was very structurally sound. He'd trust the weight of a full three canines on its roof before getting worried.

“Two in about a month,” he said, staring vacantly at the glassware. A pause. “Happy birthdaaaay,” he groaned, letting his face fall into his hands. What had he gotten himself into? Only at Zeke's mention of the bong did he look back up; absorbed as he was in his own (frightfully typical) teenage drama, he recognised the interest in the older male's voice. “You smoke?” he voiced, tone now filled with amusement and a tinge of disbelief.

Without awaiting any further signal or response, he began to feverishly pack the bowl. This was exactly what he needed. He stuffed it to the brim and tossed a half-filled orange lighter to his companion. Drugs were a fine exchange for playing psychotherapist, weren't they? He passed the piece over with a grin.

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