Chapter 45 ⊰ 45 ⊱ The Whole Cage

⬩ 𝓜aisie ⬩

The blunts keep coming.

One a day, maybe two, on the same small tray, carried by men who don’t make eye contact and don’t stay. Rolled by the same hands every time. I can tell by the taper.

So somebody in this house has a standing instruction about me, and the instruction is *gi...

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