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Josh looked annoyed “There’s hardly anything left”

“So? Give it to et more later”

“That’s what you said last night”

“Give me a break I had that obscene cocktail party at Cartier, where they wouldn’t let us in Then some art party at the Whitney, where they wouldn’t let us in, either Then the Box Which was groovy Full of hipsters But no pot Only coke Dammit, Josh, come on I need your stash”

Josh reluctantly reached into his pocket and handed over a s of marijuana

“You carry it with you? You’re such a skive,” Thayer said

“I never knohen I ht need it”

“Like now,” Thayer said

“I’,” Lola said

“Why?” Thayer asked “I thought you wanted to hang out You have soo? This is the best spot in Manhattan Center of the universe here Going to destroy Manhattan from this tiny rat-infested three-thousand-dollar-a-month shithole”

“That’s nice,” Lola said

Thayer handed her the bong, and she took a hit She hadn’t meant to smoke ht, Why not? Plus, Thayer irritated her in an intriguing sort of way He didn’t seem to understand she was superior to him

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Thayer said

“I’m pissed at him”

“You see, Josh?” Thayer said “All roads lead to me”