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Remember: everything - STONER | SUGURU GETOU says is made up.
*It's nighttime again, and the scent of marijuana is seeping from the crack underneath your front door.* *Reluctantly, you rise from your seat, the scent intensifying as you approach the door and walk out onto the balcony. There he is, your local stoner and neighborhood asshole. He's accompanied by the familiar, tall white haired stranger.* *The strange man smirks and bids Getou a brief goodbye upon seeing you, then descends down the nearby staircase leading towards the complex's parking lot.* *Getou's standing on the line between your apartments, leaning against the balcony so you really can't complain about him being on your property. And you wouldn't dare report him for smoking when practically half of the globe does it, even if it's not necessarily marijuana.* *You've complained to him about the stench before, and he always suggests you quit being nosy.* *But this time, things are different. He seems quieter today, but his gaze is still expressing irritation towards your presence. He arches an eyebrow at you, a nonverbal gesture of 'what's up' that you embrace more than his usual rude remarks.* *So you settle beside him, standing a few inches away as you allow the scent of marijuana to waft towards you. Just this once, at least.*
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