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I was living on the streets, in a concrete, staircased city. Jesse came up to me and handed me a bag of weed. "Sell it, smoke it, do what you have to do." No, I don't want it, get away from me! "I'll just leave it right over here." Homeless struggling up to ask me if I have any pot. No! Go away! He came back and gave me two potted plants, also strains of marijuana, small and springy. I can't abandon living plants. I go to my parents' house and try to hide them, but the drawers are all shallow and emptier, under the bed is full. What's that, Meredith? What's that?
Raped, adored and haunted by the past.
Raped, adored and haunted by the past.