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CHAPTER 42

Trudeau’s POV

“Alright, you have proven you are a careful lot enough. Now time for questions.” I picked up the cold red wine, quenching the heat smoking on the blunt has invited the back of my neck.

I didn’t do it very often. I would rather send my throat burning from booze than pick up a blunt because it always made me feel lazy and tired right after. Plus, I had to keep in mind that the day had barely started to start on such a note.

Her eyes followed my every movement. Mostly focusing on the blunt, which I could guess her reasons for. She probably has never taken or heard about it in her life, plus this was her first time observing its effects too.

“I promise it’s not as bad as you have probably heard in the past.” I tried to assure her with the blunt between my lips. The fumes from the blunt got into my eyes in the process of moving around to drop the glass back on the center table.

“Oh fuck…”

The smoke stung in a nasty way. “Sorry…that must hurt. Though I am sure it is perf
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