Alone in your small bedroom, you were sitting by the windowsill, propped up on a chair.

You let out a breath, releasing the smoke into the cold air.

Then there was a voice and a knock at your door, making you freeze.

And before you could do or hide anything, your uncle Jesse entered the room.

He was quiet for a few seconds after he saw your joint, horrified by the sight. You were only 16, smoking out of a window, alone.

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