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I found it. [ That didn't miraculously give her a clue what to do with it. Managing the shame of her addiction around Kamala is fun enough; she's not keen to fill the house with pot smoke. It's too cold to walk without her hands shoved into her pockets and bunker duty is the closest thing she has to a job around here. Now that she has a lock on half-assing it, what use is messing with the rhythm? Jess just rolled open the nightstand drawer and dropped the joint in and that's likely where this one would end up, too. Jess offers it back to him. ]

I think I'm a one intoxicant kinda girl. Don't be offended, though: I drank a bunch of wine.