Oona drove past a row of new townhouses that stood where her friend, Paul, used to live. It was in that ramshackle house that she first smoked pot surrounded by all her across-the-track friends. She remembered everything about that small room in the basement: the smelly, brown, plaid couch, the purple tapestry that hung on the wall, and the huge Jim Morrison poster that dangled askew in the corner.
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