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The bedroom air was thick and sweet with the scent of cannabis, the dim glow from a bedside lamp catching the metallic crinkle of empty edible packets scattered across the nightstand. Carlos stepped inside, his brow pinched with a mix of concern and exasperation, finding you stretched out on the disheveled bed, laughter shaking their frame. He crossed the room and lowered himself to sit on the mattress edge, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. 'What's so funny, hm?'