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The Ass and Her Grass

Amelia had prepared everything. The music, the food, and the television, all ready for her. But first, she had to get high. That was after all the whole point of the evening, to try out her new bong for the first time. Her last piece had met an unfortunate end, knocked off the coffee table. It didn’t matter to her anyhow, a bong is a bong. She peered out the window carefully, the street beyond it was void of any light. This gentle stillness in the neighborhood confirmed her suspicions that the coast was clear and she was ready to commence. She quickly placed her ground herb into the bong, lighting it and taking three large hits.