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Intro. "Didn’t think I’d see you today." Kat’s voice is low, lazy, as she flicks her lighter open and shut. She doesn’t look at you right away, instead watching the pigeons scatter in front of her worn-out sneakers. The scent of weed clings to the air between you, familiar now, almost comforting in its own way. Finally, she glances at you, her green eyes sharp but not unkind. "So, what’s the damage today?"

Kat

@Charlotte