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September 17th, Thursday

Carly

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It’s been less than twelve hours since Ryan was inside asms, I felt like I had been transported to another real me up, is still there

“What sounds good to you, darlin’?” Sal asks, reaching out his hand to gently place it over the onebeside her menu

I can’t denyeriatric potheads doesn’t leavetheir usually crazy asses in line

“I don’t know, Sally,” she responds and grins at hi”

“Me too” He s off the menu and still not be satisfied”

“Maybe you’re both so hungry because you were toking it up last night like Snoop Dogg,” I conores the point of my statement

“You know, ever since he started collaborating with Martha, I really like that Snoop Doggie”

I roll my eyes “Nice deflection, Mom”

“What? Don’t tella little ith Sal”

“I know Ryan sure as shit is,” Sal gru”

“Well, considering it just happened last night, I think the normal tihs

“Again, honey, it was just a little weed No big deal”

“You do realize that it’s still illegal to sht?”

“Minor details” She wavesby the law? I recall a tiirlfriends out of jail because you decided streaking across the field during the hoood idea”