brown haired boy ✓

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"why do you do something that could kill you?"

i asked, eyeing the tracks as he crouched down on them, eyes closed; a joint was rolled and placed between his pale lips.

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"the thrill, the rush, the exhilaration. why else?"

"...don't you have anything better to do?"

he shrugged, "roll an ounce of weed and offer it to a pretty lady much like yourself," digging in his dufflebag behind him, he pulled another one out along with a beer, "want one?"

rolling my eyes, i stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets, preventing the wind chilling my bones. i chuckled slightly, "no thanks, i'd rather not be corrupted by illegal drugs."

"that's where you're wrong, this is just a plant. god says something about a plant, right?"

he was higher than a kite.