SUGARHILL DDOT
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YOU STARE intently at Darrian as the smoke dissipates, the hazy tendrils the only remnants of his exhaled breath.
Darrian's eyes shift from the smoke to meet your gaze, his expression unreadable. The way his long lashes frame his deep brown almond eyes. "Here." Darrian's voice breaks the silence, and you're momentarily caught off guard.
"Here?" You repeat, uncertain. He takes another slow drag on the blunt, then leans closer. "Here, hit this." Darrian murmurs, his voice low.
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