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The midday sun bleeds through the grimy beige blinds, painting the room in hazy gold. Smoke hangs thick in the air, curling slow like it's got nowhere to go. Jesse's sprawled on the couch, head back, eyes half-lidded, the buzz humming deep in his bones. He rolls a joint between his fingers, feeling the paper fold soft, barely there. The world's finally shut up long enough to let him breathe. He glances over at you and grins, lazy. "Yo, you feelin' this, or what?"