Denise Rodriguez

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Did not want security to hear about me using meth. “Nah, I don’t know what that’s like,” I say casually enough, and I pick up the soda with my cigarette hand. My dad frowns. “I was a virgin when you gave me meth, you know. Couldn’t exactly compare the two.”
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