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[thimble_drinker]

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,

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[thimble_drinker]

It was very much you. I think you were trying to be nice, but in a slightly creepy and (at the time) inconvenient way.