I snorted the line clean and stood up. “There. Still me.”“Fucker, you did that out in the open?!”“It’s a public bench, Roth. Not the Vatican.”He looked around again. A jogger passed. The old man with the breadcrumbs was still lecturing pigeons. No one paid us any mind.Then, without a word, Roth knelt and mirrored what I’d done. He moved faster than he probably meant to, his shoulders tight, fingers slightly trembling. One clean inhale. Then stillness.For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then a long exhale, slow and dragged out, like tension was peeling off him layer by layer.“Ohhh, fuck.”I waited.“Gotta say,” he muttered, letting out a low laugh, “That’s good, bro.” He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and leaned into the bench like gravity had stopped mattering. His foot tapped. His voice picked up speed. “Like, real good. You calibrate that? You had to calibrate that. That’s like a one-way expr
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