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I have I think a post that is genuinely near to what you are talking about. Only once I went in to the room at the party where they were keeping the door shut. There was a big semicircle of people and they were smoking cocaine. Some guy was treating everyone; I was with my 1st boyfriend who was a sweetheart stoner everyone liked. When it came to my turn I took a tiny little hit and felt it right away. The feeling must have faded fast because I remember before it came around again me hoping so much that I would get to take another hit. I turned to my boyfriend and said I think we should leave and he said OK. We left the party actually and in the car I admitted that I was already craving another hit before the pipe had gotten back around to us and we should never do that again and he agreed and we never did and I never did again in my entire life. Years later I had the opportunity multiple times and I never did. *whew* True story Ended up loving my life up but not that way
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Applewhite posted:This is exactly like what I'm wondering about. It didn't haunt me ever, it was scary too so I didn't crave it. Which saved me I guess. Spinz fucked around with this message at 18:44 on Mar 14, 2022 |
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