“Explain yourself, young lady.”
The words hit like ice water. Emily’s blood froze as she stared at the vape pen dangling from her boyfriend’s fingers. The strawberry cartridge sloshed gently as he waved it in front of her face, the little puppy sticker she’d carefully placed over the THC symbol wobbling but holding firm.
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