Last night, a friend of mine, Corey and I had some magic brownies we made. I smoke least of the three of us (I don't smoke, only shotgun upon occasion) so the brownie hit me harder than the rest of us. And it wasn't a good trip. It was a bad one. I had to keep myself in iron self-control or my brain would send me into hysterics. Corey noticed that
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