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Green, blue, and yellow eyes rimmed with deep red appeared to stare blankly ahead, and for the most part they did. At this point, her operations had become nothing short of mechanical. Earlier during the day, she had gone on a raid of sorts--the bounty was an excess of marijuana plants. They were found in Nirvana, dried and riddled with seeds... she couldn't wait until her personal plants in the greenhouse bloomed and she was able to keep them from reproducing by eliminating the males. Until then, this stuff would have to do. Fortunately, in this case, an excessive quantity was enough to compensate for mediocre quality.
And so, she sat outdoors in the midday sun, chugging along at her task as her head spun. She picked the plants apart, placing seeds into one pile, stems in another, and buds in a third. Every so often, once the buds accumulated to a decent proportion, she would pause in the sorting and practise her newly discovered ability to roll. She had been interested since Sedition had told her it was easy, but she hadn't really learned how until her father had come to visit. Those that turned out best she placed onto their own pile (which had already swollen to over two dozen), those that came out worst she redid, and those that came out somewhere in between she smoked. Even now, as she rolled another, her back propped up against the outdoor glass wall of the greenhouse as she'd become too lazy to support her own weight, a lit joint hung from tip of her teeth. On occasion, she would become distracted by the fine trail of smoke rising from it, remember its existence, and inhale deeply until her eyes need be closed just to keep the world from spinning.
Times were simply fantastic.
