Slowly opening his eyes to the night sky, he studied the tiny diamonds above, they twinkled joy, laughing ever so pleasingly at him. They were part of him, too, right then. His grin stretching across his face, he closed his eyes again, welcoming his surroundings--the feel of the air, the smell of the salt breeze, the sound of water lapping against the little skiff--everything.
Morgan’s mind wanted to utter the words, they were right behind his teeth, on the tip of his tongue, but he lacked the energy to mouth the words. He grinned to himself, his mouth holding the broad smile and then he let the smoke drift from his lips as he released the words, “Ah man, ah man--freaking sooo sooo cool.”
The shark’s breath was the best weed he’d ever had
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