Yesterday in the afternoon, Dutch Street smelled like weed when I stepped in. Three twenty-somethings were sharing a joint under the scaffolding covering half the alleyway. Two guys are talking excitedly and a girl stands with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. The guys stop talking and eye me languidly as I pass by. The girl does not stir.
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hugs you
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