My POV

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We pulled up into his driveway, and I sat there in awe. It was beautiful. He helped me sneak into his bedroom. I looked around at all his stuff. It was very... Plain. I guess I'd expected more. I don't know... It was just a wooden dresser, a queen sized bed, a closet full of clothes, and a desk. I went looking for one of his shirts to sleep in, and a box fell from the top of his closet. I caught it, luckily. I set it down on his bed, and kept looking for a shirt, but the curiosity got the best of me. I walked over, and opened up the box. I knew that smell anywhere. Weed.

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