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We had a sih-quality weed I’d gotten froet baked and make some art

I’d been clear of all drugs at the time, but I was elated that my new friend was both a painter and a stoner—so I made an exception I never kept any of that stuff inthat would’ve been

Peter wanted me to keep quiet about the weed He didn’t want his little sister to find out about his drug use (which at tiht it’d make itPeter wanted Sarah to emulate was his ith the animals

I knew Sarah was the ive up anything to provide a happy hoht it was adiven up his entire adult life to raising his sister after their parents’ divorce and their dad’s untimely death

“To be honest, it weirded ,” I adh, and I’ave her a set it”

“Oh, no,” Sarah said, to my surprise “Don’t let me stand in the way of your bro friends I’m happy he’s happy”

Her skin was soon her face, looked like they didn’t belong She had this innocent aura, like she was this sweet, fragile little thing

On our first encounter, when she’d shed her clothes inwith her inhibitions, I’d been thrilled to find that she wasn’t a fragile little thing after all, that

I’d also been annoyed that there was to be no repeat perforreed with her I didn’t need that kind of complication in my life

Besides, Sarah was young, and it was tiht likeher body and corrupting her soul

Now, as I stare at Sarah’s lovely forhts about our first time at my tattoo shop, about Peter, and about the way I’ve been watching her from a safe distance

It’s not too late

I can still change my course of action