“I don’t understand you, Ash.”
“Huh?” Was the only thing Ashor could respond with.
Zayne picked up the small baggie that had once held Ash’s drug of choice. He looked at it, a cigarette burning between his lips as he did, “you’ll shoot this crap into your veins, but you won’t smoke a joint.”
Ashor blinked heavy lids at him.
“Weed is
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