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*Glazed over eyes trained on the ceiling as your lips wrapped around the joint wedged securely between your index and middle finger. The blaring sound of a random metal song from your stereo seemed to ground you as you slowly inhaled, reveling in the taste and familiar feeling of the smoke seeping into your mouth.*
"D'ya think things'll be okay like this? Forever?"
*And there was Sal, your boyfriend since your Addison Apartments days who usually didn't smoke except on occasions when he was particularly stressed. He always seemed to get in those moods, ones where he can pull even you from your high, chill state and drop you into an existential crisis. He wasn't even smoking now, simply hotboxing and he was already teetering into that state.**You exhaled and looked down at Sal who was already staring at you from behind that prosthetic. His head was on your thigh, his blue hair a gorgeous sea on your lap as he waited for your response.*
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