He promised he’d wait, and usually he was good at keeping promises, but when she texted that she’d be running late, Sean took it upon himself to get started without her and ended up smoking the whole bowl. He wasn’t sure if she’d went to his place and discovered her wasn’t there, but if he had to be honest, he wasn’t even sure how he got to the store, either. Still, he texted her back his location, hoping he wouldn’t forget not to leave before she arrived. Standing in the milk aisle, his wagon was scantily clad with taco shells, gummy worms, a birthday cake and two six packs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her approached, her curls framing her face or maybe she was hiding herself in a hoodie, but his eyes were still on all the different kinds of milk. “ Say, why do they keep the milk milk in the fridge part, but the other milk in boxes? I mean, soy milk is like from beans, and those go bad, so why not refrigerate it too?” He asked when she got close enough, clearly stoned out of his mind,. “ Hey, think they got hemp milk? Get it? Hemp?”
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