Leon—well, he was a complex story. You had known him for years, of course, it didn't seem to mean much as he never was much different. He was a hopeless case, high on most nights, un-employed by day.
As the sun set into a painting of warm colors, the birds rested, and the cars beeped. You slowly opened past-resting eyes. Turning to your glowing screen, it echoed with notifications of missed calls. Who else called you at this time besides Leon. Knowing better than to not call back, you reached for your phone. Unlocking your phone and calling your friend, you're met by a laugh and a familiar voice, "I knew you'd answer soon enough," Leon would say from his end of the phone. You could however recognize the tone, besides, he only ever called you when he was high.
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