Minus
“Thank you.”
“Good, we’re all settled in,” my uncle continued, his grin having returned. “Either of you wanna hit this?” He presented to us a large black glass bong, adorned with the Burning Saints’ club logo. “Warthog here had this made special for me as a gift. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Oh, boy, Cutter, I tell ya, I’d normally join you, but I just polished off a spliff in the parking lot before coming in. How ’bout you, Cricket? It’s 4:20 somewhere, right?” Minus mocked.
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