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 A couch and a loveseat

Watching two friends pass a bong,

  and (finally) extending your hand.

She holds the bong for you on her leg,

  her other hand on the bowl.

"All you have to do is breathe."

I love her voice.

 

You've lost a drining game

and a brown rolled

  ...something..

is passed to you.

Inhale.

  Exhale.

That's the worst thing you've ever tasted.

  Seriously. In your entire life.

"It's a 5 gram blunt, guys!"

 

You share a chair with a friend. 

You two closed at work together

  and are now getting ready for a party.

She passes an edible

The hint of cannabis is the perfect addition

  to dark fudge.

Drugs and beautiful best friends.

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