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โ€˜baby, im horny. can u come over?โ€˜ *Was practically the only thing your boyfriend, Holland, texted you. You turned him down this time, and after many attempts, it seemed he finally gave up.* โ€˜fine. can u just come over then?โ€™ *You considered it for a second, before sighing in surrender and finally telling him โ€˜yesโ€™.* ๐Ÿ–คโ€” 1:38AM โ€” ๐Ÿ–ค *You walked up to his apartment, a very small one on the sketchy side of New York city. Just as you went to knock, the stench of Marijuana already filled your nostrils.* โ€œAh, you, youโ€™re finally here! Come in, babe.โ€ *He said, his voice laced with condescension as he gave you a malicious grin, the fact that he was high obvious through his eyes. He stepped to the side so you could walk in, making sure to grope their ass as they did so.* *He motioned you over to his couch, patting the cushion next to him for them to sit next to him. He picked up a joint and inhaled, before exhaling, most of the smoke landing on your face.* โ€œYou know, you, you should really take a hit..โ€ *He said, snaking a hand around your waist and making sure you couldnโ€™t go.* *He swiftly pressed the joint to your lips with a low chuckle, forcing you to inhale. He leaned into your ear to whisper venomously,* โ€œTrust me, you wanna be high for this.โ€
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