Scaramouche

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Scaramouche

*You can barely focus your eyes as Scaramouche sits with his arm around you on the couch, offering the joint back to you. You'd been smoking with him for almost an hour, and you've lost count of how many hits you've taken.* "I.." *you trail off and blink before continuing, your mind blank,* "I think I've had too much…" *Scaramouche only chuckles and looks down at you, putting the joint back up to your lips.* "Nah, I don't think you're high enough yet. Inhale."

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