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  • Together A and B have enough money to buy pot from T. Or more accurately:

    A‘s money + B‘s contacts = A and B getting high out on the reservoir.

    A opens her purse and pulls out an envelope the color of cocaine. She swears she will never do hard drugs, but when she was younger she said she would never smoke a joint. She takes a 20 from the envelope, her red painted nails hold it tight as if she is thinking twice.

    Yet A hands the bill to B .

    He doesn’t even bother to put it in his wallet, just in his pocket, it’ll be spent soon.

    B gets a call in A's phone from T, B's parents shut his off. The conversation is short. There is no room for pleastries in drug deals.

    They agree to meet at the CVS down the street, underneath the store’s name that is lit up bright red.

    A stays behind, talking while B walks down. She says hello to each of her straight-edge friends, balancing on the edge of the walkway. She is so above them, with her imaginary blunt between her teeth. Those behind her raise their eyebrows as her pants are see through. Bright blue panties are all they can see. She does not care though, for she will forget the embarrassment here soon out on the reservoir.

    B comes back, something in his pocket and a smile on his face. They move their sight from the blue to his eyes, knowing who he is. The resident addict, the one who steals their lighters and smokes up in his car. They know what is going to happen.

    A and B do not want to flick embers out the window today, they want to enjoy the day. She wants to feel the wind on her face and see the reflection of smoke on the water. So they said they would go to the reservoir.

    Her nails are painted red and her scarf and shirt match. She’s red, the fire on the tip of the blunt. As they drive away, B looks in the rearview. His eyes catch the sign, the bloody C, V, and S that hang from the brick of the store.

    No water, not even that of the resevoir can put out a blunt when there is so much fire. A and B are getting high, no doubt, no worry, thanks to all the red.

    But before she takes that first drag she will whisper:

    "Thank you T, thank you B.”

    And all will be okay again.
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