“Okay, here’s how it is.” Daisy jutted out a hip. “I sold this guy weed, right? And—” “I’m going to stop you right there.” I held out my hand. “Selling drugs is a nope.” She rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t real weed. Hello? How dumb do you think I am?” “Do you really want me to answer that?” Her glare could’ve peeled paint. “It’s just a bunch of herbs all mixed up,” she said. “And before you ask, the coke is actually flour.”
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