And he was going to show him. They were close to the alleyway now. He was going to get his drugs, find them an open club, dance until his body hurt and pass out somewhere. At least this time, he had a friend to do it with. In a manner of speaking. "Come on, keep up. We gotta score weed if we wanna party."
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And he was going to show him. They were close to the alleyway now. He was going to get his drugs, find them an open club, dance until his body hurt and pass out somewhere. At least this time, he had a friend to do it with. In a manner of speaking. "Come on, keep up. We gotta score weed if we wanna party."