I Am Mustafin
When my eyelids finally flutter open, they land on a beaming Amara as she exclaims, “Yuuup, this is a girl who can smoke!”
I can't help but giggle sheepishly as she takes the blunt from my hand. She takes a quick hit before passing it to Nana.
Seconds later, the second wave hits me, harder than the first.
Yeaaaaahhhhh this is the good stuff, right here.
Everything becomes fuzzy, and I know it's not just me. I feel like I'm moving in slow motion as I turn to Amara, who looks almost as relaxed as Sophia and Christana. Nana, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear.
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