You’re spending the summer
with your auntie Barb. Sending me away for the summer. What a cliche. So you’re from here? Yeah. Wait, no. Okay.
Okay. Eww Hide this. You get high? Can you take me home? This look she gave me, man. Hey.
Hey yourself. I was hoping you’d show up. Guess whoq got lucky. I can’t get her outta my mind. What would you say if I told you I wanted to start selling weed? What’s this one? That’s a zip. If more people bought these,
my life would be a lot easier. Well we should sell more of those. The problem is we’re dealing
dime bags to teenagers. We need customers who buy in bulk. You didn’t know how to use a bong and now you’re trying to
tell me how to flip weed? I have something you been looking for. And how do we know you’re not cops? That’s a good question. Cops can’t do that. Sit down. This is gonna be more money than either of us have ever seen. They want more. You’re not caught up
in anything shady, right? Daisy sweetheart, play
something celebratory. Happens every summer. When the air’s so
heavy you can’t breathe. The nights turn long and sleepless. When you long for cooler
times, do you know what it is? It’s gonna tear you apart. Can’t hold on to everything. I think some things you can. Then I hope you’re good at being hurt.

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