He asked for ten. I didn't have it, so he asked for five. I didn't have that either. He asked for at least one. I still didn't have it. "Throw me a bone man," I said, "Make me a deal. I'm good for it." He obviously wasn't sure about trusting me and I didn't blame him. Fuck, I wouldn't trust me. But he gave me a deal. He'd give me five grams if I gave him a blow.
Worth it.
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Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories done as a writing exercise. This collection will contain only short stories, one shots, and the like, all based on a random three words given to me daily.
