I saw the guys in the park.
I smiled.
I needed a hit.
I let go of his hand.
He follows.
I tell him to stop.
He looks hurt.
Then mad.
He says i’m making the wrong decision.
I ignore him.
I look at the guys.
They ask if I want a smoke.
They hand me the pipe.
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