"look at me, breaking all my own rules."
"how are you breaking your rules?"
"i said i'd never date a girl who smokes marijuana. i said i'd never date a girl from your school."
"sorry."
and you bought
me a gram
and smoked
it with me
behind the
barn at my
school.
i wish i would've just stopped smoking everything, all together. you never liked drugs.
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