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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>=Chapter 2 - A Night of Debauchery=<br />
After school we went over to my house. I gave a quick “hi mom” (and so did Kerry and George) and we went straight down to the basement.<br />
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Really, my room.<br />
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I pulled out the brick behind the TV and pulled out a small tobacco pipe. But that was bad for you.<br />
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George pulled his hands out of his hoodie pocket and he was holding a little bag of some ground up green plant. Marijuana.<br />
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Kerry-san dropped down into the couch and experienced the comfort while George and I took the first few puffs of his primo weed.<br />
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“Who did you steal this from?” I asked.<br />
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“Hardy.” he said.<br />
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“Hardy wants to take me to the daaaaa-aaaance” Kerry said in a singing voice.<br />
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“You should not do it. He is such a loser.” I told her. Hardy kind of sucked. All he wanted to talk about was baseball. Effing baseball. Nobody cares!<br />
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“Who're you going to the dance with George?” I asked George.<br />
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“Haha, maybe you!” He joked back, winking constantly.<br />
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“Seriously, stop hogging that.” Kerry demanded as she grabbed the pipe from my hands. The green smoke rose from her mouth, above her fedora, and through the open basement window.<br />
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As the high felt in, I began to feel a little thirsty. Smoke can do that to your throat. I reach into my pillow and pull out a bottle of sweet sweet Southern Comfort. I poured myself a drink. How comforting it would be.<br />
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“How is it you always seem to have a bottle of alcohol just sitting around at all times?” George asked.<br />
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“I get it from a 21-year old,” I answered.<br />
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“Who?” They both asked.<br />
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“Me!” I answered.<br />
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They both understood. They knew my secret. And now they knew how I got my drinks. All I have to do is just apply time travel to my own body. I simply aged myself til I was 21 and then liquor stores wouldn't even be able to tell. When my shopping was over, I just un-age myself.<br />
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As we smoked and drank Southern Comfort, we discussed everyone who we wish we could just smite.<br />
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“You know, I always could just go back in time and make sure they were never born. Or maybe even moved away!” I told them.<br />
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But we all agreed that we could never do something so drastic again. After last November, we had swore on a contract never to abuse my power in such a way.<br />
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As I lay down I lay my eye upon that contract, waving hello from above the television.</div>Bluebry