Not Until It’s Lost
and a warm feeling washes over me. A sense of relaxation takes over as I sink into the seat. I hand the joint to him, “So Kat, how old are you?” A burst of bubbling laughter builds from my stomach and I can't control it. I laugh, which makes him laugh. “I'll be 18 in august.” He hands the joint back and I hit the joint again without any hesitation, “While we're on the topic of bearing out our souls, what's your real name Surge?” He giggles lightly, “If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.” He laughs out loud, “Come here I wanna try something.” He takes the joint from my hands and pulls my face right close to his so our noses almost touch. “This is called a shotgun, I'm going to hit the joint a
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