Night 3

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"You do know that once you're caught doing drugs, you might get send in to the hospital and might be in a coma for god knows how long." Blaire said sitting on the edge of the balcony.

"I know that." the man scoffs as he put the drug on his mouth.

"And once you're free from the hospital, you will be send of to jail that instant."

"You caught me already so why not call the cops and send me to jail!"

"I won't for your sake. 'Cause I believe that one day you will stop."

"Oh yeah, and who's gonna stop me?" he taunts.

"I can," Blaire said looking at him, seriously. The man snickered. "I'am a therapist after all."

"Whatever."

"You know, you can always come to me, knock on my door or just here in the balcony and talk to me. No need to pay me, I'am on vacation, so I'm not busy at all." she kindly offers.

"Not gonna think about it." the man said and dismissed himself walking back inside his flat.

Blaire was really worried for the man. Even though she doesn't even know his name, she cares.

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